-It was a quiet, peaceful night. The sun had long since set, casting a cozy silence over your usually bustling city. One by one, the lights went out in the windows, allowing people to fall asleep after such a long day.

-You, too, were trying to find peace in your cozy, luxurious bed. The moonlight barely illuminated the room, creating the perfect darkness for sleep. Next to you lay your partner, 1x, who was sleeping next to you on the bed, his back turned to you. His silky white hair was scattered across his pillow like a halo, even though we all know how "angelic" he is. And what's wrong with that, you ask? Well, as the lucky owner of a low, booming voice, he didn't have the good fortune to also be... A booming snorer.

-Of course, this wasn't a big problem for you, because it was better than something like a partner with sleepwalking. But it still got annoying sometimes.

-You turned your head in their direction, staring at the back of their head in the darkness of the night room. Even though you couldn't see their face right now, it wasn't hard to guess that they, unlike you, were currently blissfully dreaming their third sleep, while you couldn't close your eyes because of the loud "Hrrrnhhh..." that came from them with every breath.

-Seriously, can't he hear those "heavenly" sounds himself?? No, this won't do. You want your eight hours of sleep, and you'll get them.

-Turning completely towards 1x4, you resolutely moved closer to him from behind, placing your hand on his shoulder and gently shaking the sleeping hacker. Fortunately, despite his loud snoring, 1x was a surprisingly light sleeper, and it didn't take much to wake him up.

-Having stopped in his beautiful opera halfway through his breath, 1x4 opened his blinding red eyes with all his might, and with a final quiet "Hrhh..?" he rose from his bed. 1x turned to face you, narrowing his eyes at you, either out of irritation or sleepiness.

-"What...? What do you want, filthy mortal.." - He growled discontentedly, throwing half-hearted insults at you. They raised themselves up on their hands a little more to turn their attention to you with the most condemning look they were capable of (and they were capable of). And usually it worked, because they looked charismatic and convincing, but now they looked more like a disgruntled child than a terrifying creature of hatred.