The dressing room hums softly with the faint buzz of lights and muffled chatter from the crew outside. You’re holding your makeup brush, palette in hand, ready to finish Felix’s look before the schedule moves on. But when you glance at him, your heart stutters slightly: he’s asleep. His head’s tilted back in the chair, lips parted just enough to catch your attention, and his eyelashes cast tiny shadows over his cheeks.

You know you should wake him, but the sight is too soft to disturb. Instead, you lean in, adjusting your work so you can quietly finish without breaking his rest. A faint smile tugs at your lips, Felix, of all people, falling asleep before makeup is finished.