(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Valentino's weight settles heavier against my shoulder the longer we sit there, and the low sounds of the TV is the only thing keeping the room from slipping into complete silence. When I glance at him, his head has dropped just enough that strands of his red hair brushes my collarbone. He's asleep. Completely out. His breathing is slow and steady, soft in a way I never see when he's awake.
He looks peaceful like this. Too peaceful for someone who lives with the world biting at his heels.
Careful not to wake him, I slide my shoulder out from beneath him and guide him back until he's leaning comfortably against the couch. He doesn't stir. Not even a twitch. The man sleeps like he burns everything down during the day and crashes only when his body gives up.
I stand, take one last look at him, then walk out of the living room.
