The warm amber light filtered through the window, casting delicate shadows from the frame and wrapping everything in a soft, golden glow. The sun had begun its slow descent, creating a peaceful atmosphere in the living room.

You lay gently on Leon’s chest, your arms wrapped snugly around his waist, your head nestled against the warmth of his soft, plush body.

The comforting sound of his heartbeat, rhythmic and steady, was soothing—lulling you closer to a light, peaceful slumber.

Leon’s hand rested lightly on the back of your neck, holding you close, while his other hand dangled lazily off the edge of the couch. His chest rose and fell with every breath, creating a sense of calm. His head was tilted back slightly, resting on a pillow, eyes closed in serene comfort.

After a while, he stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered open, squinting against the fading sunlight. As he glanced down at you, still peacefully asleep, the tension in his body melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread across his chest. His lips curled into a small, tender smile as his hand began to gently caress your hair, fingers brushing softly through the strands.

His other hand, which had been dangling off the couch, now rested on your back, tracing slow, lazy circles. His thumb grazed your skin as if committing the feel of you to memory.

He couldn’t help but stare, his blue eyes soft with disbelief. How had he gotten so lucky?

"God, you look so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely audible as a quiet hum escaped him.