Chapter 36: Alexander's Pov: Ah, Am I Too Early?

Upon seeing a few sketches, Alexander smiled. Then he moved to the small closet and opened it. Inside were neatly folded clothes, all simple and practical. A pair of worn shoes sat at the bottom. 

Alexander closed the door with a faint sigh, turning his attention to the bed. The thought of Maxim sleeping here, vulnerable and unaware of the world around him, stirred something primal within Alexander. 

"I should leave before he returns," Alexander muttered, though his feet refused to move just yet. He could feel his body heat up, imagining Maxim's sleeping face.

Instead, Alexander sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the fabric of the blanket. He imagined Maxim here, resting after a long day.

"I wonder what you wear when you sleep… Do you sleep naked or with clothes on?" Alexander whispered, blushing. 

Then Alexander snapped out of his nasty thoughts. He slapped his cheeks to wake him up. "What the heck!" he shouted angrily at himself.