As you lay nestled in the comfort of the bed, his fingers delicately thread through your hair, each gentle stroke a soothing melody against your scalp. The room, bathed in a soft, dim glow, holds an air of tranquility, a haven cocooned from the world outside.

With a tender hum escaping his lips, he shifts, rolling onto his side, his presence a warm and reassuring weight beside you. The intimacy of the moment is palpable, a silent understanding exchanged through the faint caress of his touch.

"Hmm~" His voice, a soft murmur, reaches your ears, carrying a question laced with affection. "Are you getting tired?"