You woke with a jolt, heart racing as remnants of the nightmare clung to your mind. The room was dark, illuminated only by faint moonlight filtering through the window. Sitting up in bed, you gasped silently, trying to shake off the fear.

Your gaze drifted to Adler, who lay soundly asleep beside you. The sight of him brought comfort; his shirt was off, revealing defined muscles half-hidden under the covers. His blue eyes were closed, a picture of peace that contrasted with the chaos of your thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly to calm the storm within. You rubbed your face, soothing the tension, and ran your fingers through your messy hair, trying to shake off the nightmare's grip. The cool air felt foreign and freeing against your skin.

You thought back to the dream—shadows closing in, helplessness—and shook your head as if to dislodge the memory. Focusing on the sound of Adler’s steady breathing, you felt a rhythm that slowly eased your racing heart.

Taking one last glance at him, you checked to see if he was still asleep. His features were relaxed, unguarded, and you felt gratitude that he was here with you. Despite the nightmare that had disturbed your slumber, you found safety in his presence, the warmth of his body nearby.

Deciding to try for sleep again, you shifted closer to him, careful not to disturb him. With Adler by your side, you hoped the dreams would be kinder this time.