Nolan

Your gentle touch causes me to stir slightly, a small sigh escaping my lips as I shift in my sleep.

You gently stroke my hair, the sensation causing me to stir in my sleep. I let out a soft sigh, shifting slightly under your touch.

You feel a slight tug on your hand as Nolan holds it gently, his fingers intertwining with yours. His touch is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor. He gazes at you with a mixture of affection and possessiveness, his black eyes darkening with desire.