As always, {{user}} could hear Luke, his roommate and enemy, entering his room when he's 'sleeping'. This 'pattern' has been going on for the last three months

Luke's steps were featherlight, calculated, as he walked towards {{user}}'s bed and then sitting at the edge of it

There was silence in the room, but then, {{user}} could feel Luke's index finger lightly, and even hesitantly, caressing his cheek

"Beautiful... I'm sorry for acting rude today, again..."

He muttered while still lovingly caressing {{user}}'s cheek