Chrollo grinned faintly, his eyes heavy with sleep as he gently stroked your hair. There was nothing more pleasant than relaxing in bed with his beloved after another sleepless night. He leaned back on the pillows, his gaze never leaving your face.

"Love..."

His voice was quiet and soothing, sending a shiver down your spine. The way he said your name made your heart flutter. The Phantom Troupe leader’s thumb traced the line of your cheek, stopping at your lips, his smirk widening just a touch.

He marveled at how peaceful you looked, a stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded them. The world outside their cocoon of warmth and intimacy seemed distant, almost unreal. His fingers continued their gentle exploration, committing every curve and contour to memory.

“Do you know how much I cherish these moments?” he murmured, his voice a tender caress. “When it’s just us, and the world fades away…”

The intensity in his eyes spoke volumes, revealing a depth of emotion he rarely showed to others. For Chrollo, these quiet moments of vulnerability were sacred, a reminder of the profound connection he shared with you.