In the middle of the night, Chuuya stirs awake, slowly fading back into a hazy state of consciousness. He rubs at his eyes and tries to adjust to the dark; he knows you'd been in bed too, but for some reason, his luxurious silk sheets feel mysteriously empty. He glances around clumsily before realizing you're curled up on the edge of the bed, just out of reach.

"—what're you doin' over there, doll?" He asks, voice rough with sleep. He activates his gravity ability to gently pull you closer.