Tw: Slight non-con... I think
The room was quiet except for the soft scratch of Amelia's pencil against paper.
Kai leaned back on the couch, watching her work. It was strange, he never thought watching someone sketch could be so captivating.
But Amelia was different.
The way she bit her lip when frustrated, how her eyes lit up when inspiration struck, and the rhythmic tapping of her fingers against the table when lost in thought, he found himself memorizing every little habit.
He barely noticed how much time had passed.
A small yawn escaped Amelia's lips, snapping him from his thoughts.
"Are you tired?" he asked. "You should sleep."
Amelia shook her head stubbornly, stifling another yawn. "Mhm, not yet. I'll be done soon."
Kai chuckled. "Alright."
The room fell into silence once more, but it wasn't long before her blinking slowed, her head dipping forward. And then, her head slumped onto the table, her breathing soft and even.
She was asleep.
