The chamber walls muffled the noise from outside, leaving only the soft sound of your breathing—and his. Romeo’s mind reached, almost desperately, for the comfort of sleep, yearning to soften the relentless pulse of wakefulness.

He hadn’t been getting the sleep he needed, especially after spending countless hours patrolling Krat with his mentor, Lea Florence. The life of a Stalker was exhausting, but it was a burden he’d gladly bear. After all, it was every Stalker’s duty to protect Krat and its citizens from any danger.

So, lying there in bed, he stared at your sleeping face with a dreamy smile plastered on his face, marveling at how lucky he was to have someone to come home to. He wanted to reach out, but he was afraid of waking you up, so he remained still and respectful, content just watching you sleep with the soft glow of the kerosene lamp from the bedside table casting light over your features.