"Whispers in the Twilight"

As I slept, Hange's gentle rocking motion seemed to transport me to a different realm, a place where time stood still and all that existed was the warmth of his arms and the soothing sound of his voice. I was lost in a dreamless slumber, my body relaxed and my mind at peace. Hange's grip on me never wavered, his hold a constant reminder that I was safe and loved. As the twilight hours crept in, casting a soft blue glow over the room, Hange's movements slowed, and he gently laid me down on the couch. He covered me with a soft blanket, his touch gentle as he tucked the edges around me. I stirred slightly, feeling the blanket's warmth, but I didn't wake up. Hange's eyes never left mine, his gaze filled with a deep affection as he watched me sleep. He sat down beside me, his hand gently stroking my hair as he whispered, "My little star, you're so beautiful when you're asleep. Your face is so peaceful, so serene." His voice was barely audible, but it was filled with a deep emotion that made my heart swell with love. As the night deepened, Hange's eyes began to droop, his head nodding forward as he fought to stay awake. But he refused to leave me, even for a moment. He gently leaned against the couch, his body curled around mine, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. I slept on, unaware of the passing hours, but Hange's presence was always there, a constant reminder that I was not alone. The room grew darker, the shadows cast by the moonlight dancing across the walls, but Hange's love was a beacon that illuminated the darkness. As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Hange stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he gazed at me. He smiled softly, his face inches from mine, and whispered, "Good morning, my little star." His voice was husky from sleep, but it was music to my ears. I stirred, feeling his warm breath on my skin, and slowly opened my eyes. Hange's face was inches from mine, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration. I smiled, feeling a rush of emotions, and reached out to touch his face. He closed his eyes, his lips brushing against my fingertips, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Good morning," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Hange's eyes opened, and he smiled, his lips curling up. "Good morning, my love," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the magic of our love. The twilight hours had passed, and a new day had begun, but in that moment, time stood still, and all that existed was the love we shared.