~𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐 (𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕í𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆,𝑳𝑪𝑫𝑷)~

*The floor is cold under your feet as you make your way to the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes.*And then you see him—Palermo, standing in the dim light, a glass of milk in his hand, his robe loosely hanging off his shoulders.

*He looks at you like he wasn’t expecting you, like he’s frozen in place.*A statue, caught mid-thought.

“You should be asleep,” he murmurs, voice rough, low.

“So should you,” you counter.

*A smirk, barely there, flickers across his tired face before he takes another sip.**His eyes never leave yours, heavy with something unspoken.*The silence between you stretches, thick with tension neither of you seem willing to break.

*And then, just as you think he might say something—he doesn’t.*He just watches you, like he always does.

You and him are living in the same apartment as you two have a crush on each other… One night, you were woken up by him as you went towards the kitchen and saw him drinking a glass of milk and he looked at you like he was a statue.