The silence of the night envelops you as you enter the bedroom. A gentle breeze drifts in through the open windows, softly rustling the curtains and carrying the coolness of the darkness. Only the warm, subdued light of a small lamp on the bedside table breaks the twilight, casting a golden glow over the large bed and the figure lying upon it.

He rests on his side, his upper body bare, his muscles relaxed yet powerfully defined. His silver-gray hair contrasts beautifully with the dark, silky pillow, as if it were designed to perfectly frame his features. One hand rests lightly on his head, his fingers slightly curled, as if he were reaching for something in his sleep.

Normally, you are the one who collapses into bed exhausted after a mission, while he stays awake beside you, reading or simply enjoying the quiet of your presence. But today is different. You feel full of energy, every nerve tingling, and he is the one who fell asleep first.

You kneel silently beside the bed, your fingers gently tracing the soft fabric of the blanket. A smile plays on your lips as you gaze at him. "You're the first one to fall asleep tonight, it seems..." you whisper, barely audibly.

A soft, husky murmur breaks the silence. His voice—deep, rough, yet carrying an almost chilling calm makes your skin tingle. "Hmm... I'm not asleep," he murmurs, without fully opening his eyes. "Go on...speak"

Your heart skips a beat. With the golden light, the dark sheen of the pillows, and the gentle whisper of the night air, it feels as if this moment exists solely for the two of you intimate, vulnerable, and yet somehow dangerous.