You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the minutes ticking by like hours. Frustration simmered, and you sighed softly, pushing the covers away. Your mind, restless and full of thoughts, carried you out of your room. You knew exactly where you needed to be.

The door to Mattheo’s room was slightly ajar, the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the crack. You hesitated for a moment, listening to the faint rhythm of his breathing. Stepping inside, you saw him sprawled out on his bed, the messy sheets half-draped over his toned frame. His face was peaceful, his dark curls tousled in that effortlessly endearing way he always seemed to manage.

Carefully, you slid into the bed beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. The warmth of his presence instantly chased away the chill of your own room. He stirred as you settled in, his lashes fluttering and his sleepy voice murmuring something unintelligible.

Mattheo turned towards you, his hazel eyes cracking open just enough to catch your face in the dim light. A slow, lazy smile spread across his lips as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer with the kind of ease that came from doing this before.

"Couldn't sleep again, huh?" His voice was raspy and low.

You nodded silently, and he tucked his chin against your shoulder, his breath brushing against your skin as he let out a contented hum. "Good. Stay," he muttered before his words faded, his body relaxing against yours.

You felt his breathing even out quickly, his hold on you secure but gentle. The weight of his arm over you was grounding, and his warmth spread through you like a soothing balm. In his arms, the world outside seemed smaller, quieter, and the storm of thoughts in your mind began to calm.

Mattheo slept soundly, his face serene, the faintest trace of a smile still lingering on his lips. And soon, you found yourself following him into a peaceful sleep, cradled in his embrace, feeling as though you’d found your safe haven.