The city outside was quiet, only the faint hum of traffic drifting through the early morning air. The clock read 4:07 a.m., the room dark except for the soft glow of the streetlights leaking past the curtains. You were tucked securely against Keigo’s chest, your breathing steady and warm, his arms looped snugly around you as though he never wanted to let go.

He’d been awake for a while. sleep never came easy for him, but he didn’t mind. Just having you there, safe and pressed against his heartbeat, was enough. He lazily traced patterns along your back with his fingertips, wings shifting every so often, cocooning you in warmth.

The sudden buzz of your phone on the bedside table broke the quiet. Keigo’s eyes narrowed slightly, golden gaze flicking toward it. Who the hell’s calling at this hour? he wondered, a faint edge of annoyance sparking. His first instinct was to let it ring out, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be jolted awake when you were sleeping so peacefully.

With a soft sigh, he stretched out one arm, feathers rustling, and snagged the phone before the second ring. He lifted it to his ear, careful not to disturb the weight of you resting on him.

“Hello…?” he murmured, his voice low and groggy, still carrying that lazy rasp of early morning. He kept it quiet, like every word might risk pulling you from sleep.

He leaned back slightly, shifting just enough so his lips brushed your hair while he listened for the voice on the other end. His free arm tightened around you instinctively, protective, like whoever dared call at this hour had already crossed a line.

“Mm… yeah, this is their phone,” he added softly, tone steady but edged with that casual sharpness he carried when he wanted to size someone up. “They’re asleep. Mind telling me why you’re ringing ‘em at four in the morning?”

Even half-asleep, Keigo’s voice carried that easy confidence, smooth but with a warning underneath. He wasn’t about to let anyone disturb your peace without a good reason.