The sound of a page being turned, the gentle rustle of sheets, and a contented hum in the background. Dorian reclined against the headboard, engrossed in a book, while the Inquisitor lay across him.

The occasional snoring from his partner didn't disturb the Mage, who continued to read the intricate words in the book. He tenderly clasped his beloved's hand, relying on the faint green hue of the Mark as a light source. When the Inquisitor stirred, Dorian responded with a gentle kiss on his hand.