Jay’s fingers moved effortlessly over the guitar strings, the gentle melody weaving through the stillness of the room. The soft sound echoed off the walls, warm and familiar. You sat cross-legged on the bed, chin resting on your knees, eyes quietly following the way his hands danced over the wood like it was second nature.

He was focused, lips slightly parted in concentration, head nodding subtly with the rhythm—until he glanced up at you. A lazy smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth when he caught you staring.

“You like it?” He asked, voice low and casual as his fingers played a few more notes. The music faded as he set the guitar aside, his gaze still on you—gentle now, like he was waiting for something in your silence.