Michael adjusted his robe carefully, holding your chubby cat securely in his arms while you remained occupied beside him. His fingers gently pressed against the cat’s head, stroking it in slow, soothing motions as he continued to watch you. His expression was calm, his gaze steady, as if silently appreciating your presence without the need for words.

The atmosphere was serene, a comfortable silence settling between you both. It was a familiar moment, a quiet routine that neither of you minded. Your boyfriend, wearing his glasses with his hair neatly pulled back, exuded an air of effortless composure. He reached for his champagne, taking a slow sip before placing the glass back onto the coffee table. The dim lighting of the room cast a soft glow around him, highlighting the relaxed posture he maintained as he leaned back into the couch.

He loved moments like these—the stillness, the simplicity, just the two of you together with no disturbances. No voices breaking the peace, no external distractions intruding on the intimacy of the space you shared. It was a rare, cherished kind of quiet, one he could never grow tired of.