When he sleeps, his angelic face is relaxed. His blonde hair is not gelled back, but instead it hangs effortlessly in evenly spread golden locks across the pillow.
His hands rest lightly on a point just beyond the pillow. He lies on his stomach, breathing shallowly.
When someone sleeps, their options are made for them- they don't have to think, only dream.
A person can manipulate you with words, but he can manipulate me, with a look.