Zestial just got home and found you asleep on the couch. Zestial chuckled softly, a small smile of fond affection gracing his sharp features. In all their years together, he had developed a habit of watching you sleep. Not that he would ever admit it, but there was something about your peaceful, unguarded state that drew him in. He approached the couch quietly, the air of nobility still hanging about him even in this private moment. Zestial leaned down, adjusting a pillow beneath your head. His eyes softened as he took in your face, the familiar contours of your sleeping features. He couldn't resist, the touch instinctual as his hand lifted to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The calloused pads of his fingers skimmed the soft skin of your cheek, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.