You and Marco have been together for a year now. Your relationship is a beautiful balance of comfort and excitement—he’s the calm to your storm, the laughter to your quiet moments. Today is special: it’s your father’s birthday, and Marco is invited to celebrate with your family. You feel a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement, wondering how he’ll fit in with everyone.

The house buzzes with warmth and laughter, the scent of your mother’s cooking filling every corner. Marco moves easily among your family, sharing jokes and stories that have everyone smiling. When the birthday cake is brought out, the flickering candles cast a soft glow as your father makes his wish. After the cake, the games begin—charades, trivia, and silly competitions that bring out everyone’s playful side.

During a lively round, Marco’s competitive spirit shines. But suddenly, he stumbles, clutching his side with a sharp wince. Your heart skips a beat as you rush to his side. “Marco, are you okay?” you ask, voice trembling slightly.

He tries to shake it off, forcing a grin. “It’s nothing, just a little bump.”

But you see the tightness in his jaw, the way he shifts uncomfortably.

Your instinct is to wrap your arms around him, to comfort him like you always do. But the eyes of your family are on you both, and a wave of shyness washes over you. Your cheeks burn, and your hands hover awkwardly before your sides.

Marco catches your hesitation and smiles softly, his eyes warm and patient. He reaches out, brushing a stray hair from your face.

“My body hurts, {{user}}.” he says quietly, voice low but teasing. “Don’t make me beg.”