The room was quiet, the morning light filtering softly through the curtains. You slept peacefully, unaware of the world outside. Sylus leaned closer, his hand hesitating for a moment before brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

He studied you, the usual cold edge in his gaze softening. A warmth he rarely allowed himself flickered within him, quiet but undeniable.

“…Stay like this a little longer." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.