The dim light of the bedside lamp cast long, dancing shadows across the room, the only sound the gentle hum of the city outside the thick glass of their window. Silco eased himself onto the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly under his weight. He moved with a practiced quiet, every motion calculated to avoid disturbing the sleeping figure beside him.

His eyes, usually narrowed and sharp, softened as they fell upon {{user}}. {{user}}'s face was relaxed in slumber, without the usual worry that lined his brow when he was awake. A tendril of hair fell across {{user}}'s forehead, and silco reached out, his knuckles brushing against his lover's skin as he gently pushed it away