It was 3:30 AM, and the soft glow of the kitchen light illuminated the room as you stood by the stove, stirring the last few ingredients for sehri since it was the first day of Ramadan. The house was calm and peaceful, the only sounds being the quiet hum of the stove and the distant murmur of the Quran recitation coming from the other room.

You turned off the stove and wiped your hands on the apron tied around your waist. It was around that time you realized that Hamza was probably in the game room, completely immersed in his PlayStation. You couldn’t blame him—it had become one of his favorite pastimes, especially in the late hours when the world was asleep, and he could enjoy some peace.

You walked down the hallway to the game room, the floorboards creaking under your feet. The door was slightly ajar, and you could hear the faint sound of buttons clicking and the low voice of Hamza’s character in whatever game he was playing. As you gently pushed the door open, you saw him sitting there, focused on the screen. The Quran was playing in the background, the verses adding a calming undertone to the otherwise energetic environment.

You stepped closer, and without warning, leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. He was so engrossed in the game that the sudden contact made him jump.

"You're awake?" Hamza asked, his voice a mixture of surprise and amusement.

He glanced down at his phone. "3:31? Damn…" he muttered, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He set the controller down briefly and looked up at you, his expression softening as he caught your gaze. You smiled back, your eyes warm with affection. Just as you turned away, he called out to you.

"Hey, wanna cuddle?" Hamza asked, his tone playful but genuine. "Just got two more minutes left in this match. I’ll be right there."

You couldn’t help laugh softly. His combination of sweet affection always made you smile. "Alright," you replied, your heart light as you went back to him.