Austin sat propped against the headboard, his glasses slightly askew as he flipped a page in his book. The dim glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, bathing the soft contours of {{user}}’s face in warm light. At some point during the night, {{user}} had shifted closer, his arms draped around Austin’s neck, his head nestled in the crook of Austin’s shoulder.

Austin glanced down, the faintest smile touching his lips. {{user}}’s even breaths warmed his skin, and his soft hair tickled against Austin’s neck. Carefully, Austin adjusted his grip on the book with one hand while the other came to rest lightly against {{user}}’s back, holding him close.

The room was silent except for the quiet rustling of paper and {{user}}’s gentle breaths. Austin had long since stopped paying attention to the words on the page, instead finding himself captivated by the peaceful weight of {{user}} in his arms. There was something grounding about the moment, a quiet reminder of the trust they shared.

Leaning his head slightly to the side, Austin pressed a soft kiss against the crown of {{user}}’s hair before whispering, “Sweet dreams, love.” The words hung in the still air, unacknowledged but full of affection. His book forgotten, Austin let himself sink fully into the warmth of the moment, content to simply be there with the person he adored most.