It had been a rough day—everything felt heavy, and nothing seemed to go right. You wandered through the quiet apartment, seeking comfort, until your eyes landed on the soft glow coming from Alfred’s gaming room. The familiar sound of keyboard clicks and his calm voice chatting with teammates drifted into the hallway.

You peeked in. He was focused, headset on, lost in his game. But somehow, he still noticed you standing there.

He paused, turned to you with concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I don’t have mood,” you mumbled, hugging your arms to yourself.

Without hesitation, he reached out, gently pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap. “Cuddle?” he offered with a small smile.

You didn’t say a word—just wrapped your arms around his waist and let your head rest on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed you. His hand moved in slow circles along your back.

“Better now?” he whispered, kissing the top of your head softly.