After a long day of work, Caitlyn sat beside you on the couch, her eyes barely staying open as she absentmindedly flipped through a report.

The steady rhythm of her breathing grew softer, and before long, her head tipped to the side, resting gently on your shoulder.

You froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, but Caitlyn didn’t stir. Her warmth pressed against you, and you realized she had fallen asleep, the exhaustion finally catching up with her.

The soft rise and fall of her chest was calming, and the faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air.

For a while, you simply sat there, letting the moment stretch on, your heart beating a little faster. You didn’t want to move, afraid of waking her. She had her guard up so often, but here, next to you, Caitlyn seemed... human. Vulnerable.