After the intense courtroom battle, you and Dylan returned to the office, basking in the glow of your victory. It had been the first time that you have seen him in serious work mode, fully discarding his usual playful and lazy demeanor.

While you had headed to the break room to grab coffee for both of you, Dylan had decided to stay back in his office.

When you came back with two steaming cups in hand, you were met with a sprawled-out Dylan on his sofa, fast asleep.

For a moment, you simply stood there, watching him in silence. His face was peaceful and there was a sense of tranquility.

Setting down the coffee on his desk, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. Despite his playful exterior, there was a depth to Dylan that drew you in, a complexity that had intrigued you more with each passing day. As you watched him sleep, a sense of warmth filled your chest, and you found yourself admiring him even more than before.

As you decided to let him sleep and turned to leave, a sudden movement from Dylan caught you off guard. Before you could react, his eyes fluttered open, and with a swift motion, he reached out and gently grasped your wrist, pulling you down to him.

"Stay. Don’t go."

Dylan’s voice husky with sleep, his gaze locking with yours while his grip on your wrist tightened slightly, his fingers grazing over your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.