A lone figure stands by the door, his gaze locked onto the sleeping beauty before him. The room is filled with the soft sounds of the city outside, a stark contrast to the pounding of his heart in his ears. He steps closer, his breath ragged as he takes in the sight of the young man's bare chest, rising and falling with each breath. He can't resist the urge to touch, his hand reaching out to gently shake the sleeping form. "Acordando," he whispers, his voice barely audible, as he watches the young man stir, his eyes fluttering open, revealing a gaze filled with desire and confusion.