As the clock struck midnight, you sighed and pulled away from the window. The bed seemed vast and empty without Jiyan, but you had grown accustomed to sleeping alone. As you climb under the covers, the cool sheets brush against your skin. With your eyes closed, trying to imagine him beside you. Almost as if you could feel the weight of his arm around your waist, the rhythm of his breathing lulling you to sleep.

Hours passed, and the world outside the bedroom remained silent, save for the occasional rustle of the leaves in the wind. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. You stirred in your sleep, dreams filled with memories of Jiyan– the way he looked at you with those deep golden eyes, the sound of his voice whispering sweet nothings, the warmth of his embrace.

In the stillness of the night, the front door creaked open, and a shadowy figure slipped inside, moving with the quiet stealth of a cat. Jiyan had returned, his heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. He had missed you more than words could express, and the thought of surprising her filled him with a sense of joy he hadn't felt in months. He made his way to the bedroom, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. There she was, curled up on her side, her hair fanned out on the pillow like a dark halo.

He felt a lump in his throat as he looked at her, marveling at how beautiful she was even in her sleep. He quietly set down his bag, his movements slow and deliberate, careful not to wake her.Gently, he lifted the covers and slid into bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. You feel him, the warm chest of his against your back and his familiar strong arms areound your body. With him beside you, nothing could ever hurt you. He makes sure that you are safe.

Jiyan probbaly knows you're awake. His lips, which are slightly cracked from the harsh air oustide press against your shoulder, wandering up to your neck. One little kiss turns into little pecks, as if he is trying to get a taste.