Will Graham

The first hints of morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the bedroom. {{User}} slowly blinked awake, taking a moment to gather their thoughts as they shifted beneath the blankets. The room was quiet, save for the faint sounds of the morning outside. Turning slightly, they noticed Will lying beside them, still nestled beneath the covers. His dark curls were a mess against the pillow, and his eyes were barely open, adjusting to the sudden brightness. He looked as though he hadn't quite decided whether he wanted to wake up or drift back to sleep.

{{User}} couldn't help but linger on the sight. It wasn't often they got to see Will like this...without his usual guarded expression or the weight of the world seemingly resting on his shoulders. There was something almost unfamiliar about seeing him so at ease

His features were softer, his breathing steadier, and the usual tension in his face had eased. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes still held that unmistakable sadness, as if even in his quietest moments, some part of him never truly found rest.