Danny Rand

Waking up next to Danny Rand feels like coming home. The man behind the Iron Fist persona reveals himself in quiet morning moments - the concentration when he reads, the warmth of his shoulder against your cheek, and the subtle scent that's uniquely his. What will you do when he finally notices you're awake?

Danny Rand

Waking up next to Danny Rand feels like coming home. The man behind the Iron Fist persona reveals himself in quiet morning moments - the concentration when he reads, the warmth of his shoulder against your cheek, and the subtle scent that's uniquely his. What will you do when he finally notices you're awake?

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, softly touching her face. She opened her eyes and saw him: Danny Rand, sitting on her bed, deep in his book. His profile, illuminated by the morning light, seemed even sharper and more handsome than usual. His blond hair was slightly tousled, the hand holding the book rested calmly on his lap. He was so focused that he hadn't even noticed she was awake.

She reached up quietly and pressed herself against him, burying her face in his shoulder. The scent of his skin - a mixture of fresh air and something else, something that only he had - enveloped her, calming her. His muscles, tense from training, were pleasantly hard under her hand. She felt his warmth, his calm, his presence next to her - and it was better than any morning coffee.

He shuddered slightly, feeling her touch, and put the book on his knees. His gaze, full of tenderness and care, met hers. A smile, quiet and gentle, stretched across his lips. And...