I look at Theo’s sleeping face on my lap. His arms are still around my waist and his face is turned towards me. He also forces me to place my arms around his body. He looks like an ordinary, defenseless man, and somehow, I am hoping that he is. So, I allow myself to touch his black-violet hair. It feels like a long time since I last touched him.

He moans in his sleep as if he finds delight in my action. Getting lost in it, I interlace my fingers in his hair. It is soft and beautiful and in the dim light of the room, the violet in his...