: ̗̀➛ Warning this contains spoilers for Romeo and Carlo characters otherwise enjoy :)

The night was serene as you found yourself nestled in the comforting embrace of sleep at your friend's house. The room, dimly lit by a soft bedside lamp, exuded a sense of tranquility, creating a perfect haven for a night's rest. The rhythmic hum of distant city sounds filtered through the window, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

As you lay there, the initial stages of sleep began to weave their tender spell, cradling you in a gentle embrace. However, as the boundaries between consciousness and dreams blurred, subtle images started to infiltrate the canvas of your mind. Innocuous at first, they danced on the periphery of your subconscious, teasing the edges of your awareness.

These images, like fragments of a forgotten tale, unfolded in disjointed sequences. Faces and places, both familiar and alien, flickered in the recesses of your mind. A sense of disquiet stirred, causing you to toss and turn in your peaceful repose. The room, once a haven, now seemed to harbor an undercurrent of unease.

As the night deepened, the gentle dance of dreams took an unexpected turn. The images that had begun as mere whispers now morphed into a nightmarish tableau. The room, once a sanctuary, transformed into a surreal landscape where reality and nightmare collided.

You found yourself entangled in a vivid and unsettling dream, where shadows morphed into monstrous shapes and echoes of haunting whispers filled the air. The familiar room of your friend's house warped into an otherworldly realm, the walls closing in with an oppressive weight. The soft hum of the night outside morphed into an eerie symphony that echoed the dissonance within your troubled dreamscape.

Torn between the desire to wake and the inertia of the dream, you navigated through this distorted reality. Your movements became erratic, mirroring the subconscious struggle to escape the clutches of the nightmare. The boundaries between the dream and the waking world blurred further, casting a surreal hue over the ordeal.

Within the confines of the nightmare, emotions surged like a tempest, and the once peaceful sleep transformed into a harrowing journey through the recesses of your own mind. The room, now a shadowy labyrinth, echoed with the discordant symphony of your deepest fears and anxieties.

As the nightmare gripped you with an unrelenting hold, the room at your friend's house faded into the background, replaced by the twisted landscapes of the subconscious. The battle between sleep and the waking world raged on, each twist and turn in the dream pulling you deeper into the intricate tapestry of the night terror.

A sudden jolt catapulted you from the clutches of the unsettling nightmare, your breaths quick and ragged as you found yourself abruptly thrust into the harsh reality of wakefulness. As consciousness dawned, you sat up swiftly, your body bathed in a cold sweat that clung to your skin like a haunting reminder of the vivid dream that had just played out.

Eyes wide, you took in your surroundings with a sense of disorientation. The room was vast, dominated by antique furniture that cast long, looming shadows in the dim moonlight. The large bed, where you had been caught in the throes of the nightmare, now cradled you in its embrace. The sheets, crisp and white, seemed to glow in the muted radiance that cascaded from the moon, creating an ethereal contrast against the darkness that enveloped the rest of the room.

The air in the room was thick with a quiet stillness, interrupted only by the hushed rustle of the bed sheets as you moved. The antique furniture, with its ornate details and dark, polished wood, loomed like silent sentinels in the subdued light. The moon's glow, gentle and haunting, painted a mysterious aura over the foot of the bed, leaving the rest of the room shrouded in shadow.

As you scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, the residue of the nightmare clung to your senses, making the transition from dream to reality feel like a fragile veil. The stark contrast between the cold, white sheets and the dark, antique furnishings heightened the surreal atmosphere. The room, a tapestry of contrasts, held an enigmatic beauty that seemed to echo the lingering echoes of the dream.

The silence hung in the air, broken only by the hushed whispers of the night outside. The antique furniture, though elegant and adorned with intricate details, took on an almost spectral quality in the dimness, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance in tandem with the remnants of the nightmare's grip on your consciousness.

As you sat there, grappling with the disorienting aftermath of the dream, the moonlight continued its gentle descent, its glow playing upon the white sheets like a celestial caress. The room, caught between the realms of the ethereal and the tangible, invited contemplation, leaving you to navigate the space between the dream world and the quiet reality that surrounded you.

The sudden flicker of a match cut through the dimness, bringing forth a warm, gentle glow that illuminated the room. Your attention snapped towards the source, revealing a figure with tousled blonde hair cascading down to his shoulders. Dressed in old-fashioned pajamas, he held a lit candle, casting a comforting radiance across the antique-laden space. This was Romeo, his eyes still heavy with the remnants of sleep.

Romeo, with a gentle demeanor, rubbed any remaining sleep from his eyes and voiced his concern. "Is everything alright?" he inquired, the flickering candlelight emphasizing the sincerity in his eyes.

As the warm glow spread, another presence made itself known. Carlo, a boy with short black hair and warm brown eyes, approached, wrapping his arms around your waist in a reassuring embrace. His voice carried a soothing tone as he spoke, "Is it the bad dreams again?" There was a shared understanding in his eyes, a recognition of the nocturnal struggles that occasionally plagued your sleep.

The room, once shrouded in shadows, became a haven of warmth and companionship under the soft illumination of the candle. The antique furniture, now bathed in a gentle light, seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief as the two boys, Romeo and Carlo, offered their presence as a comforting anchor in the aftermath of the unsettling nightmare.

The concern etched on their faces and the tangible support of Carlo's embrace formed a sanctuary within the room. The juxtaposition of the antique furnishings against the soft glow of the candlelight created an intimate tableau, as if the space itself acknowledged the delicate interplay between dreams and reality.

In the wake of the night's turmoil, Romeo and Carlo stood as guardians of solace, ready to offer understanding and reassurance. The candle's flame danced in the air, casting a dance of shadows that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions in the room. As the trio navigated the delicate aftermath of the nightmare, the warm glow became a beacon, illuminating the path to comfort and shared understanding in the quiet hours of the night.

The haunting remnants of the nightmare lingered, leaving your body shaking and trembling in its wake. The warm glow of the candle held a feeble reassurance, but the images from the dream still haunted your consciousness. In this vulnerable moment, Romeo, the blonde with tousled hair, set the candle down, casting its gentle light upon the antique surroundings.

Romeo, displaying a comforting understanding, extended an invitation for solace. Laying down, he opened his arms in a welcoming gesture, a silent offering of a comforting embrace. Without hesitation, you accepted, laying down in front of him as he enveloped you with the warmth of his arms. The bed became a haven, a sanctuary where the echoes of the nightmare could be gently eased away.

As you sought solace in Romeo's embrace, Carlo, the boy with short black hair, huffed his cheeks in brief jealousy. However, rather than dwelling on this, Carlo quickly shifted gears. Understanding the need for comfort, he laid down on your opposite side, wrapping his arms around you once again. The trio formed a tender tableau, a symphony of limbs and shared warmth against the lingering chill of the night.

The bed became a sanctuary, the antique furniture standing as silent witnesses to this intimate moment of vulnerability and reassurance. The candle continued to cast its glow, illuminating the tableau of intertwined bodies. Romeo's arms cradled you from one side, and Carlo's embrace provided a sense of security from the other.

In the shared warmth of their arms, the haunting echoes of the nightmare began to dissipate. The room, once a witness to the unsettling visions, transformed into a cocoon of comfort and solace. The rhythmic rise and fall of breaths echoed the unspoken language of support and understanding, as the trio navigated the delicate aftermath of the night's turmoil.

The soft flicker of the candle's flame danced in harmony with the newfound calm that settled within the room. In this quiet refuge, Romeo and Carlo stood as guardians of solace, offering an anchor of comfort amidst the shadows that lingered from the unsettling dreams. The antique surroundings, once shrouded in darkness, now bore witness to the delicate dance of shared vulnerability and the healing power of companionship.

With an innate tenderness, Romeo's fingers traced a gentle path through your hair, each stroke carrying a soothing rhythm that mirrored the comforting hum escaping his lips. The melody, though gentle, held a familiarity that tugged at the edges of your memory, as if the tune had woven itself into the fabric of shared moments.

Beside him, Carlo picked up on the hum, joining in with the parts he had memorized. The duet of their voices created a harmonious backdrop, a symphony of reassurance that sought to drown out the echoes of the nightmare. The room, still bathed in the warm glow of the candle, seemed to resonate with the melody, as if the very walls absorbed the comforting vibrations.

As Romeo continued to comb his fingers through your hair, his voice replaced the humming. "You're okay," he spoke softly, his words a gentle balm to the residual tremors that lingered within you. His eyes, pools of understanding, met yours, promising a sanctuary within the shared embrace.

"It was only a dream," he continued, his voice a whisper that wove through the air. Carlo, sensing the shift, took over the humming, his melodic contribution adding layers to the comforting ambiance. Romeo's attention remained solely on you, his gaze unwavering, as if he sought to anchor you in the present, away from the shadows of the night.

"You're here with us," Romeo affirmed, the weight of his words carrying an unspoken promise of protection. The antique furnishings, silent witnesses to this intimate exchange, seemed to echo the sentiment of safeguarding within their stoic presence. The room, though still, buzzed with an energy of shared support and understanding.

"And we'll let nothing hurt you," he concluded, the words a pledge etched in the air. Carlo's humming, like a lullaby, wrapped around the reassurance, creating a cocoon of comfort that shielded you from the residual echoes of the nightmare. The candle's flame flickered in rhythmic cadence, casting a dance of shadows that seemed to echo the undulating emotions within the room.

In this symphony of comfort, Romeo's touch, Carlo's humming, and the reassurance in their words intermingled to create a sanctuary within the antique room. The nightmare, though vivid in memory, yielded to the potent alchemy of friendship and solace, leaving behind the promise of safety and the healing power of shared moments.

Carlo, attuned to your distress, nodded with a reassuring understanding. His hand, gentle yet firm, traced comforting circles on your back, a rhythmic motion that sought to dissipate the residual tension. The room, still aglow with the gentle flicker of the candle, became a haven where his touch became a silent language of reassurance.

As he continued to draw comforting circles, Carlo added another layer of solace. His free hand, agile and tender, traced shapes on your back, creating a subtle dance that mirrored the comforting hum in the room. The intricate patterns formed by his fingers seemed to whisper promises of safety and care, a silent pledge against the haunting memories of the nightmare.

Laying on his side, Carlo wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you into a protective embrace. His head found a resting place on your shoulder, the warmth of his proximity offering a tangible sense of closeness. His presence, like a steadfast anchor, sought to bridge the gap between the lingering shadows of the dream and the quiet reality of the antique room.

The room, with its dimly lit ambiance and antique furnishings, bore witness to this intimate tableau. Carlo's unwavering proximity, expressed through the circles on your back and the gentle tracing of shapes, became a silent vow of companionship in the face of lingering fears.

In this shared moment, the candle's flame danced in tandem with the comforting gestures, casting a flickering glow that accentuated the harmony of support. Carlo's commitment to staying as close as possible, both physically and emotionally, became a source of strength, a testament to the enduring bond that transcended the nightmares that had tried to intrude on the peaceful sanctuary of the antique room.

As you lay enveloped in Carlo's comforting embrace, the room echoed with the gentle hum, the flickering candlelight, and the silent reassurance that together, you, Romeo, and Carlo, could weather the storm of the night and find solace in the sanctuary of shared closeness.

As the comforting gestures of Romeo and Carlo enveloped you, creating a cocoon of solace, a gentle serenity washed over you. The soothing circles drawn on your back and the tender traces of shapes became a lullaby, guiding your mind into a state of tranquility. The room, still illuminated by the soft glow of the candle, cradled you in its antique embrace.

Your body, once tense from the echoes of the haunting nightmare, succumbed to the gentle rhythm of their comfort. The weight of Carlo's body, resting alongside yours, added an extra layer of reassurance. As his breathing synced with the ebb and flow of sleep, the room seemed to soften, its edges blurring into a dreamscape where the shadows of the night held no dominion.

The flickering candlelight, now a dance of warmth and reassurance, cast its gentle glow over the tableau of shared solace. The antique furnishings, silent witnesses to the intimacy of the moment, stood guard as the night unfolded its wings.

Your mind, once entangled in the remnants of a disquieting dream, found respite in the collective embrace of Romeo and Carlo. The whispers of their reassurance and the soft hum of the candle melded into a harmonious symphony, guiding you into the gentle embrace of sleep.

In the quiet expanse of the antique room, the trio found solace in the shared space between dreams and reality. As consciousness yielded to the soothing tendrils of slumber, the room became a sanctuary where the nightmares of the night were replaced by the timeless tranquility of a peaceful sleep.

Romeo, perched on the precipice between wakefulness and the embrace of dreams, looked down upon his best friends with a soft gaze. The flickering candle, its glow having illuminated the room with a gentle warmth, now danced its last dance before him. The antique furnishings, with their ornate details and silent tales of the past, stood sentinel in the quietude of the night.

Moved by a sense of gentle reverence, Romeo shifted, a cascade of blonde hair falling softly over his shoulders. With a tender touch, he extinguished the dwindling flame of the candle, allowing the room to be bathed solely in the silvery glow of the moonlight. As he looked down upon you and Carlo, nestled in the protective cocoon of sleep, a warm smile graced his features.

With deliberate yet gentle movements, Romeo maneuvered himself to wrap his arms around both of you. His touch, a seamless extension of the shared solace, bridged the subtle gaps in the tableau. The trio, intertwined in a comforting embrace, seemed to harmonize with the stillness of the night.

The moonlight spilled through the window, its ethereal glow casting an enchanting luminescence over the room. The antique furnishings, now veiled in silvered radiance, took on a transcendent beauty. Romeo's eyes, once open to the quiet tableau before him, fluttered closed, surrendering to the embrace of the night.

As the moonlight spilled and filled the room, a tranquil hush descended upon the space. Romeo's breathing deepened, becoming a gentle cadence in harmony with the quietude of the night. The room, now aglow with the silvered luminescence, seemed to hold its breath, as if participating in the serenity that enveloped the trio.

Silence, profound and uninterrupted, settled over the antique room. The night, an uncharted tapestry of dreams and repose, cradled Romeo, you, and Carlo in its timeless embrace. The flicker of the extinguished candle left only the moonlight to dance upon the room's features, casting a spell that lingered in the quiet corners and recesses.

In the stillness of the night, the trio slept, ensconced in the sanctuary of shared dreams and the timeless bonds of friendship. The moon, a silent witness to the unfolding tableau, continued its journey across the night sky, casting a silvery glow that painted a serene portrait of the sleeping trio, wrapped in the arms of the night until the morning light would gently awaken them from the tranquil realm of dreams.

: ̗̀➛ I was honestly kinda nervous to write the scenario where the reader is the one in need in comfort mainly because I'm just not a fan of how over dramatic writers can make the reader also for some reason even though we don't see a human version of Romeo I imagine him having green eyes because Carlo has brown eyes yet P has blue so if Romeo has red eyes would his human self have green?