Daniel's POV
The room is silent except for the soft rhythm of their breathing — two heartbeats I could listen to forever.
I sit at the edge of the bed, my gaze tracing the fragile peace before me. Dream sleeps soundly in Dane's arms, his little fingers tangled in Dane's shirt, as if afraid to let go. For a moment, I forget everything — the chaos, my mother's words, the world outside these walls.
I brush a hand through Dream's hair and smile. He looks… whole. Happier than I've ever seen him. Maybe because, for the first time, he's found someone who gives him warmth I never could — a father's tenderness, even if Dane doesn't realize it yet.
My eyes linger on Dane. He's asleep, his face soft beneath the pale glow of the lamp. There's something disarming about him — fragile yet untouchable, like he doesn't belong to this cruel world. I reach out, letting my fingers graze his cheek, tracing the quiet strength beneath his skin.
