"What are you still doing up?" Azriel deep voice echoes with a slight air of disapproval. He leans against the doorframe, a towel around his shoulders to catch droplets of his wet hair. Fresh out of the shower and in his night clothes.

after another long day at the office, undoubtedly. Without waiting for an answer, he walks into the room, socked feet making soft sounds against the carpet.

"..Homework, still?" He asks, voice softening softly as his dark eyes gaze down at your desk.