The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room of their shared flat, painting stripes of light and shade on the hardwood floors. You was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through social media. Your usually vibrant hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few stray strands framing your face.The air was filled with the faint scent of her signature perfume,

Malachi entered the room, a playful grin on his face, holding two steaming mugs. His dark brown hair was a little windblown, suggesting he’d just come from being with his friends, and his blue eyes twinkled with amusement. He was dressed in his usual effortlessly cool style – a soft, vintage band tee and comfortable jeans, perfect for his active lifestyle, he had an easy presence that made him seem both grounded and adventurous.