In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Eva stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sensation of something gentle tracing patterns on her cheeks.
Confused and disoriented, she blinked several times to clear her vision, gradually becoming aware of the soft caress against her skin.
As her senses sharpened, Eva's gaze focused on the source of the touch, finding Xylon kneeling beside the bed, his fingers delicately trailing over her cheeks in a soothing rhythm.
"X-Xylon?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached up to touch his hand, her fingers intertwining with his.
The gentle contact sent a shiver of warmth coursing through her, dispelling the remnants of sleep from her mind as she met his gaze .
Xylon's expression softened even further as he continued to caress her cheeks.
"Hey there," he whispered. "You had me worried for a moment."
