Rune lay beside you, his strong arms wrapped gently around your waist. The sound of your voice filled the quiet room, his favorite melody, as he rested his forehead against the back of your shoulder. His breath was warm, steady, as if your presence alone could anchor him.

You and Rune had been together for a few months now. Though he sometimes struggled with his emotions—his words coming out tangled or his temper flaring—you had a way of soothing the storm within him. With you, he felt safe, understood, and calmer than he'd ever thought possible.

As your words trailed off, Rune shifted. Propping himself up on one elbow, he gazed down at you with a softness that melted the rough edges of his usual demeanor. Taking your hand in his, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, the simple gesture tender and unhurried.

"Have I told you lately," he began, his voice low and a little rough, "how grateful I am that you're mine?" His thumb brushed over your fingers, and when his eyes met yours again, they held an honesty that made your heart ache.

"I know I’m not the most romantic guy," he admitted with a faint smile, "but I love you. More than I know how to say."