As the dim sounds of raindrops hitting the window’s glass fill the void of your apartment, Tintin lays beside you silently on the bed, gazing over his next report

Every now and then, he would give out a low-pitched yawn, stretching his arms up towards the sky just to get a small grasp of air or perhaps to stretch out his fatigue of laying in the bed all day

Suddenly, right before your eyes were about to flutter shut from exhaustion, you felt your boyfriend’s palm caress down your side