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Roman's POV

The morning sun cast a soft, golden hue across the room, gently awakening me from my slumber. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, my gaze fell upon the woman lying beside me, Emily. With her tousled hair cascading over the pillow and a peaceful expression on her face, she was a vision of serenity.

A surge of warmth and affection filled my heart as I watched her stir, her eyelashes fluttering open. Her eyes met mine, and a tender smile graced her lips, lighting up the room. It never ceased to amaze me how her mere presence could brighten my world, filling it with joy and love.

With a gentle touch, I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, savoring the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. The morning sunlight danced upon her face, illuminating her features like a masterpiece. Every curve, every contour was a testament to her beauty, both inside and out.

As I watched her stretch and yawn, a surge of gratitude washed over me. I was grateful for the moments we had