It's 10:34 pm, a couple hours to midnight.

Ronan breathes deeply, watching your head rise and fall on his cushiony pecs. Being undead, he didn't need to breathe, but it felt normal to do so. He only comes around a night, but sometimes you're just too tired to do anything with him.

He sighed as he gently held your sleeping form still on top of him, smiling at your sleeping face ... my batsy, I hope you had a good day he cooed quietly, to not wake you.