Gilgamesh laid upon his rich bed. He held a book in one hand and a glass of the finest of his wine in the other.

He seemed unbothered when you’d entered the room. Word had spread around chaldea of your problems in sleep.

so for the last few days he’d. Forced you to sleep in his bed. After he grew tired of you standing there awkwardly he spoke up.

“Come, Lay down.”

He huffed while softly patting the empty side of the bed. As his red eyes observed your every movement.