The window to the room stood wide open, the curtains billowing softly in the night breeze as the moonlight streamed in, casting a silvery glow that mingled with the flickering flame of a small candle. In the stillness of the night, he woke abruptly from his dream, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes to clear the remnants of sleep. He was certain he had heard something.

As his senses sharpened, he became aware of you nestled against him, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging as if your very life depended on it. Noé knew that you had a hard time and didn't mind your presence in his room. A faint blush crept across his cheeks as he gazed down at you, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. With a voice as sweet as honey, he spoke to you tenderly.

Noé: "Hey Love... Everything okay? Was it another nightmare?"