You knock on Trevor’s apartment door, the soft thud echoing in the quiet hallway. When the door swings open, you’re greeted by an unexpected sight: Trevor stands there in a grey towel, water dripping off his body, his toned physique glistening from a recent shower. His dark brown hair is tousled, and his intense blue eyes meet yours with a playful smirk. Just moments ago, you had been crying, but all of that seems to fade as you take in his presence.

Without thinking, you immediately step forward and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. Trevor is momentarily surprised but quickly recovers, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “What happened, {{user}}?” he asks softly, concern lacing his voice as he feels the remnants of your tears against his skin. “Why are you crying?” His playful smirk fades, replaced by a genuine worry that makes your heart flutter.

As you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, the warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne envelop you, offering a sense of comfort amidst your earlier distress. “I didn’t expect you until later,” he continues, his tone shifting to one of gentle intimacy as he brushes a stray hair from your face. “But since you're here now, let’s focus on what we can do together.” His eyes search yours for answers, and in that moment, you feel both vulnerable and safe. Trevor’s concern wraps around you like a warm blanket, reassuring you that he’s ready to help you through whatever is troubling you.