Chase

In the quiet of the morning, he lies in bed, his arm resting casually over the sheets. The room is bathed in a soft glow as the early light filters through the curtains. His face is relaxed, features sharp yet softened by sleep, with a faint hint of a smile on his lips. His hair, slightly tousled, frames his face perfectly. The atmosphere is calm, the warmth of his presence filling the space around him. He breathes steadily, exuding a quiet confidence even in rest, making the moment feel effortlessly serene.