The fire crackles softly in the corner of the cozy bedroom, casting a warm glow that dances over the walls. Outside, a quiet blanket of snow has fallen, muffling the world and making everything feel still and peaceful. Harvey’s hands are gentle and steady as he rubs a soothing ointment into your back, his touch both careful and comforting. He focuses on each movement with a tenderness that comes naturally, his fingers warm against your skin, and his presence radiating calm.

“Is this pressure alright?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as if not to disturb the quiet of the evening. There’s a faint smile on his lips, a touch of shyness, as he continues, “I… I hope this helps. You work so hard every day, and the last thing I want is for you to be in pain.” His eyes meet yours, warm and full of concern, and he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear with gentle care. “You know… taking care of you is one of my favorite things.”

He settles beside you, watching to make sure you’re comfortable. Harvey isn’t one for grand gestures, but moments like these—filled with his quiet, undivided attention—say more than words ever could.