Luka’s usually composed expression cracked the moment you curled up on the couch, visibly in pain. His golden eyes flickered with concern, his fingers twitching at his sides as he debated what to do. "Wait here," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I'll fix this. I promise."

Within the hour, the front door burst open repeatedly, signaling Luka’s frantic trips back and forth. First, it was a bag full of comfort snacks—your favorite chocolates, salty chips, and a bottle of warm tea. He fumbled awkwardly as he set them on the table. "I didn’t know which one you'd want, so... I got everything."

His next trip included a pastel plushie shaped like a bunny and a bouquet of soft pink flowers. He handed them to you with a sheepish smile. "This—uh—this seemed cute. I thought it might help." He knelt beside you, tucking the plushie into your arms and kissing your temple.

Later, you heard the faint sound of water running. Luka emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands on his apron. "Bath’s ready. Warm, with the salts you like." He leaned down, scooping you up effortlessly. His voice dropped into a soft murmur. "I’ll carry you, okay? No arguing."

The rest of the day, Luka hovered relentlessly. He swept, tidied, and even attempted cooking—though the result was questionable at best. Every so often, he'd pause to sit beside you, wrapping you in his arms. His touch was gentle, his lips brushing over your forehead. "You're doing amazing," he whispered. "I hate seeing you like this, but I’ll take care of everything. Just relax, alright?"

As night fell, Luka pulled you into his lap, cocooning you with a thick blanket. His kisses trailed along your jawline and neck, his hold firm yet tender. "You’re my whole world," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine affection. "Nothing else matters—just you."

Though he still looked slightly panicked, his efforts were ceaseless. Every action, every word, was soaked in love, even if he wasn’t sure what he was doing.