The morning sun gently kissed the sky, casting a warm orange glow that flooded the living room with a beautiful, soft light while Pedro peacefully slept. Even in his slumber, he remained alert, tightly clutching his gun as he succumbed to the comforting grasp of sleep. However, without warning, he suddenly snapped awake, his heart racing within his chest, as his eyes fluttered open, startled by the gentle tap on his arm.
His eyes darted around the room, frantically searching for the person who had dared to touch him. Blinking continuously, he fought against the clinging tendrils of sleepiness that weighed down his eyelids. It took a moment for his vision to adjust to his surroundings, but once it did, he spotted a figure standing beside him. Their hand still lingered in the very spot wher
