Axel moved with care as he dressed Lila, choosing a soft, comfortable nightgown for her. He slipped it over her shoulders, the fabric settling around her gracefully, his hands steady and gentle. Every movement reflected the tenderness he felt, making sure not to disturb her peaceful slumber.
Once he was satisfied, he took a soft towel to her damp hair, delicately drying each strand, his fingers working with precision. Her hair, still faintly fragrant from her bath, fell smoothly as he carefully combed it through with his hands.
Once Lila's hair was dried to his satisfaction, Axel took a moment to look at her. Peaceful and serene, she seemed entirely unburdened in her sleep, her lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks. It was a rare side of her he cherished, one that softened his own usually guarded heart.
