Soft morning light spills through the curtains, tracing the lace and the quiet curves it meets.
Her fingers lift the floral crown with a gentle motion, hair falling in warm waves around her skin.
A calm gaze, intimate and steady—
柔らかな朝の日差しがカーテンを透かし、レースの縁と静かな曲線を描き出す。
彼女の指先が花冠をそっと持ち上げると、温かな波のように髪が肌を包み込む。
穏やかな眼差し、親密で揺るぎない――













