She was already asleep by the time he stepped into the room, her body curled slightly beneath the sheets, dressed in nothing but his shirt. The fabric swallowed her small frame, hanging loosely over her thighs. He had a few of his clothes stored in the walk-in closet remnants from the times he stayed at this penthouse while handling business in the city.
She hadn't eaten.
The thought crossed his mind, but he chose not to wake her. She needed the rest more.
Carefully, he pulled a blanket over her, tucking it gently around her body. His knuckles brushed softly against her cheek, a fleeting, tender touch that lingered longer than he intended. For a moment, he considered slipping into bed beside her, pulling her close, letting her warmth settle against his chest.
But there was something else that demanded his attention.
His expression hardened.
With one last glance at her sleeping form, he turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
