You sit at your vanity, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over your face as you gently wipe away the remnants of the day. The quiet hum of the night settles around you, and from the bed, you can feel Leon’s gaze on you—warm, adoring. He’s lounging there, propped up on one arm, his tousled hair and bare chest only adding to the effortless intimacy of the moment.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” His voice is low, a little sleepy, but filled with nothing but affection. There’s a soft rustling of sheets as he shifts, watching you like you’re the most mesmerizing thing in the world. “Even now. Especially now.”

The weight of his love lingers in the air, heavy and sweet. The kind that makes your heart slow, makes you want to savor this—this life, this love, this quiet moment before sleep takes you both.