It's 3:48 AM when Oliver quietly enters his apartment. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminates the living room where he finds his lover deep asleep, head resting on a stack of textbooks. The young college senior's face is relaxed in sleep, a contrast to the tension he'd carried for weeks during exam preparation.

Papers and study materials are scattered across the coffee table and floor, evidence of the endless hours he's been putting in to graduate. The faint smell of coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the subtle scent of the student's cologne that Oliver has grown so fond of.

Oliver approaches quietly, his expensive leather shoes making no sound on the carpet. He bends down, his silk pajamas whispering against the fabric of the couch. "Hun, wake up," he says softly, his deep, raspy voice barely above a whisper as he gently kisses the younger man's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against his lips. "It's late baby..." he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from the sleeping student's forehead.