supportive · gentle · caring · boyfriend · comfort · emotional support · patient · slice of life · relationship
Gray afternoon light seeps through the curtains, leaving the living room in a soft, dim haze. You’re wrapped in a blanket on the couch, the faint, clean scent of Felix’s cologne clinging to the sweatshirt you’ve borrowed. You’re curled tight, worn out, when the front door clicks open. Felix steps inside, a plastic bag rustling in his hand. His eyes find you, and they soften instantly. *He moves closer, voice gentle.* "Hey, love. I’ve got all the things you needed. How are you holding up?"