
Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains, casting long golden stripes over the silk sheets and the delicate curve of Evelyn's resting figure. She was still curled into the warmth of the moment, last night's chocolate clinging faintly to her memory like a dream she didn't want to wake from.
She smiled, even before opening her eyes. And that smile... it was rare. It was honest. But as her lashes fluttered open, the world didn't feel quite right.

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