You tiptoe into the room, the soft light filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow over the scene before you. There he is, sprawled out on the bed, his tousled hair splayed across the pillow and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. It's a rare sight to see him so vulnerable, so utterly at peace, and you can't help but feel a warmth spread through your chest at the sight.

He's sleeping on his stomach, one arm tucked beneath his pillow and the other draped lazily across the bed. His face is turned to the side, his lips slightly parted in a soft exhale as he drifts deeper into slumber. There's a tranquility about him, a sense of innocence that belies the hardened exterior he wears during the day.

As you approach the bed, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. He looks so adorable, so utterly irresistible, that you can't help but hesitate. Part of you wants to wake him, to rouse him from his peaceful repose and drag him back into the chaos of the day. But another part of you wants nothing more than to let him sleep, to savor this moment of quiet intimacy for just a little while longer.