Is he the one?

As the sun's golden light streamed through the window, it bathed Augustine's figure in a warm glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his face.

Augustine blinked several times, his lashes fluttering as the brightness blurred his vision.

With a quiet sigh, he raised a hand, shielding his eyes from the piercing rays, his fingers spreading slightly as if trying to grasp the light itself.

Ever so slowly, Augustine opened his eyes, a deep yawn escaping his lips as he stretched his arms above his head.

His muscles ached slightly, a lingering reminder of the restless night before. 'What a long night,' he mused, rubbing his temples before rolling off the bed.

Sluggishly, Augustine made his way towards the bathroom and there he took his bath before proceeding to wear the clothes that his secretary brought over to the hospital the previous night.