Third Person's POV
His sleek black hunting attire contrasted against his tousled dark violet hair which fanned out over the pillow.
Though he looked to be around nineteen or twenty, the young man who was obviously Ethan had only just turned eighteen a few days ago.
His long frame stretched across the bed and his legs dangled slightly over the side but despite the awkward position, he slept undisturbed.
However, he was not alone.
A young girl who had barely entered her teenage years clung to his chest like a sleeping street kitten.
Her rough gray hair cascaded over her face and was partially obscured by the scars that marked her youthful features.
Unbothered by discomfort, she was sound asleep and her small form rose and fell with the rhythm of Ethan's breathing.
On his other side, a beautiful blonde woman lay nestled against him.
