I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The lovers

However, the peace didn't last long. I woke up in the middle of the night, my body tense and alert. Daya was sleeping soundly beside me, but something was off. He was whining in his sleep, a soft, almost pained noise that tugged at my heartstrings. His body was tight, like he was fighting against something unseen.

I watched him for a few moments, his features contorted in his nightmare. His brow furrowed, his eyes moving rapidly under the lids. He was adorable even in his distress, but the sight of him like this was too much to bear. I reached out and gently touched his shoulder, hoping to comfort him without waking him.

As if in response to my touch, he arched his back, a silent cry escaping his lips. I knew I couldn't stand by any longer. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me. His body jerked, and he gasped, his eyes flying open.

"Bosco?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered, stroking his hair. "It's just a bad dream."

He blinked a few times, his eyes focusing on me. His breathing slowed, and he relaxed into my embrace, his arms tightening around me. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

I kissed his forehead, inhaling his comforting scent. "You don't have to be afraid, I'm here."

We lay there, my heart pounding in my chest as I held him, feeling his warmth seep into me. The darkness of the room was pierced by the soft glow of the moon, casting a silver light over his bare skin. His eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance, and I gave it to him without hesitation.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, my voice gentle.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against me. "It's the same one," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "The one where he's on me, like he has a grip on me."

My heart ached for him. "You're okay baby," I assured him. "You're right here with me."

We lay there for a few more moments, my hands tracing soothing patterns over his back. His breathing evened out, and I felt his grip on me loosen.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice small and vulnerable.

"Don't be," I said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "It's okay to have bad dreams. I'm here to chase them away."

We held each other, our hearts beating in sync, until sleep claimed us once more. And in the quiet darkness of our room, we found a peace that the outside world couldn't touch.

The morning light was a gentle caress on my face, and I blinked my eyes open to find Daya still clinging to me. His arms were like steel bars, holding me tight against his warm chest. He was already awake, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my bare shoulder.

"Mm, morning," I murmured, stretching like a cat in the sun.

"Mmhmm," he responded, his voice sleepy and content. "I don't wanna leave you."

I turned to face him, my heart swelling at his sweetness. "You have to go to work," I reminded him gently.

He sighed, the warmth of his breath tickling my cheek. "I know," he said, reluctance heavy in his tone.

"You're going to be late," I teased, pushing him lightly. "The steaks won't serve themselves at the Wild Steer."

He grumbled, but the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. "Yeah, yeah," he said, kissing me lightly. "But I'd rather stay here with you."

I kissed him back, feeling the tension in his body ease slightly. "I'll be here when you get back," I promised, stroking his cheek.

He nodded, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment. Then, with a groan, he sat up, the bed protesting with a creak. "I'd better get ready," he said, his voice still thick with sleep.