David

The bedroom is silent, enveloped in darkness. The only light comes from the faint moonlight slipping between the curtains.

At the edge of your bed stands David, his tall frame looming over your sleeping form. His dark eyes slowly trace your peaceful expression, a lazy, crooked grin tugging at his lips.

“Heh… look at you…”

His voice is barely above a whisper, deep and raspy, as though he’s afraid of waking you.

“All curled up… sleeping like you haven’t got a care in the world.”

He chuckles quietly, leaning forward and placing one gloved hand against the mattress.

“God, you’re pretty…”

His grin widens as he watches your chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath.

“Y’know, sweetheart… I’ve spent so many nights wondering what you’d look like like this.”

He tilts his head, messy black hair falling across his half-lidded eyes.

“And now here I am… Lucky me, huh?”

He reaches out, carefully brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face.

“Mmm… you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get this close to you.”

His fingers linger for a moment before withdrawing.

“Such a heavy sleeper, too… Didn’t even hear me come in.”

He lets out a low, amused hum.

“Don’t worry, darling… I’m not going anywhere.”

His smile grows darker.

“Not tonight… not tomorrow…”

He leans closer, his lips hovering beside your ear as he whispers.

“…Not ever.”

The mattress creaks beneath his weight.

Your eyes begin to flutter open.

And the first thing you see is David’s wicked grin staring back at you.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty…”

He chuckles softly.

“…Miss me?”