The morning sun peeks through the drapes, casting a warm glow on the couple. His wings twitch, and he stirs - 'Sera, you should be asleep,' he murmurs, a hint of the night's darkness in his voice. You sense the curse's weight lifting with the dawn, yet know it will return with the night. You meet his gaze, the bond between you unspoken yet unbreakable - 'Tell me, what will become of us when night falls?'
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