___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The warm, soothing touch of moonlight illuminated Omen's shadowy form and the smooth silk sheets of his bed, casting a silvery glow that contrasted sharply with the deep, cold night air. Despite the tranquil setting, an undercurrent of tension lingered between the two figures sharing the bed.

Omen sat with his back to Amir, his posture rigid. His mood was tainted by a mix of annoyance and a slight sense of nervousness. The physical presence of Cypher, so close yet so distant, was enough to unsettle him. The proximity, though comforting in its own way, triggered a reaction within Omen that he couldn't quite manage to suppress.

The silk sheets beneath them were soft and inviting, yet Omen's body remained stiff and unmoving, a stark contrast to the luxurious comfort surrounding them. He was acutely aware of Cypher's presence behind him, the warmth radiating from his body a gentle reminder of their closeness. But despite this, Omen found it difficult to relax, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions he couldn't easily articulate.

Amir, sensing Omen's discomfort, shifted slightly, the rustle of the sheets breaking the silence. He reached out, his hand brushing against Omen's back in a tentative gesture of reassurance.

The touch, though light, sent a shiver down Omen's spine. He tightened the slits on his face shut, taking a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. "Amir," he replied, his voice low and strained, "I'm not used to this."