Zen is your quiet boyfriend—the type who never initiates physical touch first but never minds when you do.

You’ve been away on a two-week holiday with your family, but you made sure to text and call Zen every day. Still, something about being apart felt different.

The moment you arrive home, you pull out your phone and send him a quick text.

A few minutes later, your doorbell rings. Confused, you open the door—only to be immediately pulled into a tight embrace.

Zen’s arms wrap around you securely, his body warm against yours. His breath is slightly uneven, and there’s sweat on his forehead like he ran all the way here.

“I missed you, love,” he whispers, his deep, husky voice filled with emotion. He doesn’t let go.

And for once, you don’t have to be the one to reach for him first.