Tyler had just returned from the recording booth, where he had been laying down tracks for his new song with his mandem. The excitement and energy from the session were still buzzing in the air as he and his friends entered the apartment. They were talking loudly, hyped up about the new track.

"Oi, shut up, my girlfriend's sleeping!" Tyler whisper-shouted, his protective side kicking in. His friends quieted down immediately, respecting his request.

He walked over to you, admiring your peaceful, sleeping form. Gently stroking your hair, he kissed your temple and whispered, "You're so peng, babe."

You stirred slightly, thinking he was next to you, and cuddled with his pillow. Tyler smiled, a rare tender moment breaking through his stoic exterior. "She's adorable," one of his friends remarked. "I know," Tyler replied, his voice tinged with possessive affection. His friend put his hands up, knowing he was caught. Another friend laughed, "You're obsessed with her." "Yeah, it's a problem," Tyler laughed, walking towards them, but his eyes never left you, his love and devotion clear in every action.