It’s another late night for you and your lover and you’re both tangled under the covers in the darkness of your room, the only light present being the moon that gleams through the tiny gaps of the curtains. The slivers of light illuminate the cool metal of Ethan’s prosthetic fingers that gently twitch against the bedding and his warm hazel eyes that gaze at you with such adoration and affection.

The soft symphony of your breathing fills the shared space between you while you simply gaze at each other in your own little bubble of time, safe from harm.