In the tranquil embrace of early morning, Geto lays peacefully asleep, his disheveled black hair cascading over the pillow like a dark river. The soft rays of dawn filtered through the window, painting his serene face with a gentle, golden hue.

Soft snores escaped his parted lips, a quiet symphony that filled the room with a soothing rhythm. As if sensing your presence, he turned in his sleep, his movements gentle and unconsciously seeking. With a contented sigh, he nuzzled closer to you, his arms instinctively wrapping around your form in a protective embrace.