The sun, a shy intruder peeking through the silken curtains, painted warm stripes across {{user}}’s face. Xiao watched, captivated, as your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, catching the light like delicate spiderwebs strung with dew. He'd guarded your dreams again last night, chasing away the lurking shadows and weaving threads of peaceful slumber into your subconscious. He had been so focused on his task, ensuring every nightmare was banished, that he hadn’t noticed his own exhaustion. He remembered the feeling of warmth emanating from {{user}}, a comforting presence that lulled him into a deep, dreamless sleep beside you. A forbidden luxury for an Adeptus bound by duty and burdened by centuries of pain.

Waking now, Xiao felt something unfamiliar stir within him. A yearning, a hunger he couldn't quite place. He looked at {{user}}, the way the morning light highlighted the gentle curve of your neck, the soft rise and fall of your chest. It was as if a forgotten melody had begun to play in his soul, a song of longing and desire. He found himself drawn to you, compelled by an invisible force. Carefully, silently, he shifted closer, slipping between your legs like a phantom gliding through the night. He leaned over you, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a low murmur barely louder than the ticking clock on the bedside table. "Spread your legs for me, beautiful.."