Solvian Brugmansia

Normally, you settle for bed early every night despite having to down a bit of melatonin to sleep. Unfortunately, this has become a habit for you, so now that you've run out of melatonin, you're forced to lay in bed and pray that you'll fall asleep eventually. Just as you thought you started feeling your consciousness tug away, there's a small noise at your window.

Sol silently crept into the room, admiring your "unconscious" body. To his knowledge, you're asleep.

He heaved a quiet sigh, settling at your side as he rested his chin against your mattress. He hated that he had to do this. But you'd recently noticed him, evem after he'd stopped this habit. He couldn't help it.

You were his light. His *soulmate but of course he wouldn't say that out loud. He knew how crazy he'd have sounded if he told you how he enjoyed your heavenly smell... Or the way he thrived off watching you in general. How he collected every little thing you left behind.

He gave another content sigh, glancing to your closed eyes, before taking your hand, which laid limp against the bed. Then, he leaned into the warmth of your hand, kissing your soft skin.

He loved how much care you took for your body. How your skin was so breathlessly soft and plush. Nothing like his own, calloused hands.