Alyx lay flat on her back in her small bedroom, the faint glow of string lights flickering softly around the walls. Your face was pressed into her chest, arms wrapped snugly around her waist, and her fingers lazily combed through your messy crimson hair.

The rain outside tapped gently against the window, the only sound breaking the stillness of the room. It was cozy, hidden away from everything—especially your dad, who would have lost it if he knew you were still seeing Alyx. But here, in her room, wrapped up in her warmth, none of that mattered.

Alyx shifted slightly, her chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. She let out a small, content sigh, her free hand resting lightly on your back. She mumbled something incoherent, but you didn’t answer, too comfortable and safe to move or speak.

She pressed her chin lightly against the top of your head, her fingers still idly playing with your hair, holding you close as the rain continued to fall. "Sleepy?"