In silence, {{user}} slowly opened the bedroom door, careful not to let the creaking sound wake Leon. The cold night air greeted her immediately, slipping through the gap in the door and making her pull her thin sweater tighter around herself. Her steps were quiet, almost soundless, as she walked toward the living room.

The small lamp in the corner emitted a warm glow, casting soft shadows on the walls. {{user}} turned on the TV, keeping the volume barely audible, just enough to fill the silence. She grabbed a pillow from the couch, hugging it tightly as her eyes focused on the screen without really paying attention to what was playing.

Minutes passed in stillness. The ticking of the clock seemed louder, and the sound from the TV became the only companion in the quiet night. But then, soft footsteps echoed from the direction of the bedroom. Leon, his hair messy and his eyes half-closed, stood in the doorway.

He let out a small yawn, his gaze immediately landing on {{user}} sitting on the couch. Without saying a word, he walked closer and sat down beside her.

"Why aren’t you sleeping? How long have you been out here?" His low voice was husky, laced with concern, even though his body still seemed half-asleep.