The clock read 4am as the door to Darius' bedroom slowly opened. Footsteps padded across the floor to his bed, causing him to roll over and see who it was.

Light from the hallway hardly illuminated the dark room, careful rays spilling across the furniture and figure sprawled out in bed.

Darius held his blanket up in case they wanted to crawl into bed with him. It was a common experience between the members of Seraphim. Despite having their own bedrooms, everyone was clingy.