Queenie's fingers gently brushed through Klaus's hair as she gazed at his sleeping face, now resting peacefully on her lap.
She finally gave in to the allure of his striking features, the handsomeness that made it hard to look away. Klaus, as always, had fallen asleep effortlessly.
It all began when he started forming his cores. Ever since, it was as if a spell had been cast over him, lulling him into slumber whenever he was comfortable.
And comfort, for Klaus, often came in the form of his head resting on a lady's lap. He didn't even need a minute before succumbing to sleep.
Unlike many who rested with one eye open, Klaus surrendered entirely. When he drifted asleep, it was almost unsettling to witness.
Considering how vulnerable it made him, one might find it troubling, but Klaus remained unbothered. He trusted that the senior would wake him when in danger.
Though that might incur some karmic debt, it was hardly a concern for him.
