The first rays of dawn spilled through the sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold, settling over every surface with the gentleness of a mother's touch. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance, but the only sound inside the room was the slow, steady rhythm of breathing.

And in the middle of this laid a handsome man on the couch, his features relaxed in a way that was so uncharacteristic, it almost felt surreal, who was none other than Garv.