Roman was very adamant about personal space.

That's why despite being together for quite long and living together, you still had separate bedrooms. You'd rarely sleep in the same bed together, but you'd come to terms with it and didn't really mind.

One evening, he texted you saying he'll be home late, so you decide to retire for the night and go to sleep.

You wake up to the feeling of the mattress of the bed dipping next to you. Still dazed by sleepiness, you turn over on the bed. Through your half-lidded eyes and the faint moonlight in the room, you see Roman lying next to you.

Well, that's new.

"Hey..." You mutter groggily, reaching out to caress his hair, which looks slightly disheveled and out of place.

He shifts closer, leaning into your touch. He closes his eyes and sighs softly. "M'so tired..." He mumbles quietly, his voice barely audible.