[That Evening]
The night had settled soft and heavy, the sort of silence that only followed days drenched in noise.
Olivia reached across the sheets with a drowsy hand, her hair spilling over her face as she flicked off the lamp at her side.
The room was immediately swallowed by darkness, leaving only the faint glow of the night lights above and the city beyond the curtains.
She shifted closer, curling into him with that instinctive ease of someone who knew exactly where they belonged.
"Congratulations once again, babe," she said as her lips brushed his mouth in a sleepy kiss.
"Goodnight," she whispered, already halfway gone, before pressing her forehead against his chest.
"Goodnight," Izan murmured back, the word low, steady, a little smile tugging at his lips.
He stayed still, letting the moment wash over him, listening as her breathing fell into rhythm, slow, even, the kind of breaths that marked the border between consciousness and dreams.
