Ethan stirred beneath the blankets, stretching lazily, the soft light of late morning spilling through the curtains.
He yawned, curling a little tighter into the sheets, the warmth of Gabriel's absence already tugging at him.
He reached for the edge of the blanket, dragging it over his shoulder like a security blanket, and sighed softly.
The apartment felt too quiet without the faint hum of Gabriel moving around, the playful teasing, the scent of coffee or breakfast lingering in the air.
Ethan's fingers brushed over his phone, scrolling absentmindedly until he spotted the last message from Gabriel—a small photo of him, morning hair tousled, eyes half-lidded, the faintest smile on his lips.
A soft chuckle escaped Ethan's throat as he typed a quick reply: "Don't let work keep you too long, Angel… I'm waiting."
He leaned back against the pillows, eyes drifting to the sunlight pooling on the floor.
