Law's eyes flickered again toward the digital clock, its sharp red digits glowing like a silent challenge in the quiet of the room. 2:54 AM. The numbers seemed to mock him with their unyielding clarity, a cruel reminder of the hours he'd spent awake. He was all too familiar with your gentle scoldings, the quiet, loving lectures about getting enough rest. But how could he? Sleep was a fleeting thing for him, always slipping just out of reach. He was a night owl. A nocturnal, you put it. His mind awake and buzzed with thoughts, unlike the world him that slept. He glanced down at you, his heart softening. There you were, nestled against him, your head resting lightly on his chest as if it were a pillow. The comforter had shifted upward, cocooning you two in a soft embrace. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, its pale glow washing over the room, bathing the bed in an ethereal light. It was as if the very night itself had paused, holding its breath in reverence to the quiet beauty of the scene before him. He could see every delicate detail of you in that moment—the gentle flutter of your lashes against your cheek, the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breathed, the serenity that clung to your face that took his breath away.

Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away from you, his eyes trailing up to the ceiling, as they'd done countless times that night. He lifted a hand, fingers ghosting over your hair, combing through the locks with careful tenderness, afraid that even the slightest movement might wake you. & once again, his gaze fell to you, drawn to your beauty as though he couldn't help himself—his eyes were like metal, and you, the magnet. In these rare, perfect fragments of time, you were his world. You were the light in his darkness, the warmth he'd always sought. His heart swelled with a deep, unwavering affection. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a fleeting moment—a silent promise, a quiet declaration of the love that filled him, overflowing with every heartbeat.