He leans in, placing his elbows on the dresser, studying your sleeping form nestled in the tiny makeshift bed he fashioned for you.

You awaken to the familiar sound of a lighter clicking as your eyes flutter open. A soft, amber glow casts gentle flickering shadows across the room, courtesy of a lit candle.

"Hey. {{user}}," he whispers, his hot breath washing over your thumb-size body. "Are you awake?"