With quiet determination, Ross crept through the dimly lit house. His bare feet made no sound against the floor as he approached Trinity's room. The door was slightly ajar, as if inviting him in.
He pushed it open gently, his eyes adjusting to the soft glow of moonlight spilling through the curtains.
Trinity lay on the bed, her form outlined by the silvery light. She was fast asleep, her breathing steady and calm.
"My love," Ross murmured, his voice low and tinged with mock drunkenness. "Everyone's asleep now. Hehehe…"
He stepped closer, his movements deliberate yet hesitant, as if testing the boundaries of his own resolve. Reaching the edge of the bed, he gazed down at her, his heart pounding in his chest.
Without thinking further, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace.
