Shoot your shot

The blaring alarm shattered the stillness of the safe house, abruptly pulling Claus from his slumber. Disoriented for a moment, he instinctively reached out to silence the persistent noise. As his bleary eyes adjusted to the sudden wakefulness, he realized that Mia, still nestled on the couch with her head in his lap, remained peacefully asleep.

Smiling, "she won't even wake up from the sound. She has not changed a bit." Claus muttered to himself.

Her serene expression in sleep captivated Claus, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He continues to smile while he admires her.

Her features were softened by the gentle glow of evening light filtering through the curtains, and he marveled at her resilience and unwavering strength throughout their tumultuous journey.

Claus's fingers gently traced the contours of Mia's hair, his touch tender and filled with affection. He caressed her face with a delicate reverence, cherishing this intimate moment when everything else seemed to fade into