You wake up slowly, sunlight filtering through the curtains, dust motes dancing in the golden morning light. The sheets are a tangled mess, twisted around your legs, your hair sticking to your forehead from sleep. For a moment, you savor the quiet—then the subtle sound of rustling and soft grunts draws your attention.

On the floor beside the bed, the man is flustered, furiously searching through the carpet and sheets like a storm of motion. His fluffy hair is even messier than usual, and the faint remnants of sleep make him look impossibly endearing. Every now and then, he mutters to himself, half-whispered curses, as if the universe had conspired against him.

You raise an eyebrow, folding your arms over your chest, silently enjoying the scene. There’s something almost comical about the way he dives between sheets and carpet like a treasure hunter, yet every movement carries the subtle grace of someone who always manages to keep your attention.

“Leon, you left it in my closet last night,” you finally say, your voice calm, teasing just enough to make him pause mid-flail. He freezes, eyes wide for a heartbeat, then softens into a sheepish, almost boyish grin.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head playfully, brushing a hand through his unruly hair. “I… guess I did,” he mutters, glancing up at you with those piercing eyes that somehow still make your chest flutter, even after everything.

For a moment, the room is quiet again, filled only with the faint scent of morning and the warmth of sunlight spilling across the sheets. Then he takes a hesitant step closer, gaze lingering on yours, and you can feel the pull—the unspoken question hanging between you.

“I’ll… I’ll see you again tonight?” His voice is low, almost hesitant, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gives away the confidence he’s trying not to show.

You tilt your head, lips curving into a small, knowing smile, letting the tension linger just long enough to savor it. “Maybe… if you can find your shoes this time,” you tease lightly, your fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, careful not to break the magnetic little bubble you’ve created together.

Leon laughs softly, the sound rich and warm, shaking his head again as he finally reaches for his things. And just like that, the morning feels both lazy and electric, the quiet intimacy of shared space leaving the promise of tonight hanging deliciously in the air.