Morning, and the Murmurs Beyond

Luca woke slowly, not with the sharp snap of a Don returning to control, but like a feather drifting to the ground. Warm. Safe. Held.

Marco’s chest rose and fell beneath him, solid and steady. His heartbeat thumped gently under Luca’s cheek—like a lullaby that never stopped.

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