Björn had just finished his bath, the warmth seeping into his muscles, calming every tense part of his body. As he stepped back into the room with his robe wrapped around him, his gaze fell upon {{user}}, already fast asleep on the bed. The dim candlelight by the bedside cast a gentle glow over her face, revealing a rare peace. The usually spirited and tireless woman now appeared delicate, succumbing to sleep much sooner than he expected.

Björn approached quietly, initially intending to wake her with a small touch or one of his usual sarcastic remarks. But he stopped in his tracks, drawn to the serenity on her face, her eyes closed in deep rest, breathing softly and rhythmically. There was something about her innocence tonight that held him back. Inwardly, he whispered to himself, "Tonight, let time pass undisturbed, if only for her."

He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his gaze fall upon the woman who had filled every corner of his life with mysteries he had yet to unravel. The urge to reach for her was strong, but the peace that surrounded {{user}} in this moment convinced him to stay silent, to give this night to the rare quiet he felt, restraining his desires for the calm that graced her sleeping face.