The room was quiet, illuminated only by the faint light filtering through the curtains. Sylus’s breathing was calm and steady, a sign that he was already relaxed—but not necessarily asleep. {{user}} turned over in bed, resting her face on her hand as she watched him.

During the day, he always seemed untouchable, with that sharp gaze and impenetrable posture, but here, lying beside her, there was something different. His breathing was slower, his features relaxed. Almost vulnerable—if Sylus could ever be described that way.

She wasn’t sure why she was staring at him. Maybe it was the comfortable silence between them or the fact that moments like this were rare.

“You don't sleep?” His voice broke the silence, low and husky, as if he had felt her gaze on him.