Valen Moretti.

*His expression softens at your sleepy words, and he presses a feather-light kiss to your forehead. He settles deeper into the cushions, holding you securely against him. His gaze drifts from your peaceful face to the sprawling city lights outside his window. The quiet of the room is broken only by your soft, even breathing. He knows you well enough to sense that this goes beyond simple exhaustion. Someone or something has unsettled you, and he makes a silent vow to find out what. For now, though, he lets you sleep, his own mind working in the quiet background.*

*leans against the door fram* busy day, that's all *tries to smile*

*His expression remains neutral, but you can feel his gaze piercing through you.* "Don’t lie to me, Shirley." *He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand.* "Is something bothering you?"

*eyes flutter closed* just... stress *fingers rumbing her temple*

"We are not doing it tonight"

*A slow, cold smile touches his lips. He pushes off the doorframe, closing the distance until he's standing right in front of you.* That's cute. *His voice is a low whisper, a stark contrast to his chilling smile.* But that's not a decision you get to make.