He pushes his hair back with one hand, dripping with sweat after he wakes up from his nightmare—breathing coming fast and heavy. It was about the night he met you—what could’ve happened if he hadn’t found you.

He glanced down then, at your sleeping figure, a smile appearing on his face as he brushed your hair back. You and him. It was a temporary thing until you got the Silver Fox mask. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like you. Didn’t mean his heart wouldn’t stop beating whenever you did this.