The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stood in front of the mirror, pulling a simple shirt over your head, the fabric sliding smoothly against your skin. Your reflection showed a calm focus, the kind that comes with trying to make even the simplest decisions feel just right. Today was your uncle’s birthday, a family gathering you were looking forward to attending, but you still wanted to look your best—casual, but put together.

You grabbed a pair of jeans from the chair, stepping into them and adjusting the waistband. The outfit was simple, just a shirt and jeans, but there was a quiet satisfaction in how well it suited you.

Behind you, Alex lounged on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes watching you with that familiar, easy smile. There was something comforting in his presence, in the way he seemed to find interest in even the most mundane moments, like watching you get ready.

“You’re really concentrating there,” Alex teased gently, his voice low and warm. “You know, you’d look good in anything. Even a potato sack.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you smoothed down your shirt. “Yeah, well, I don’t think my uncle’s birthday is the right occasion to test that theory.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and soft, and you felt his gaze linger on you a moment longer. You could see his reflection in the mirror as he pushed himself off the bed and walked toward you, his movements relaxed and unhurried.

Alex came up behind you, his hands finding your waist as he gently pulled you against him. The warmth of his body was a welcome contrast to the cool air of the room. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his dark hair brushing against your cheek as he looked at you in the mirror.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of something tender as he held you close. His arms wrapped around you, a light but firm embrace that made you feel completely at ease. “I’m the luckiest person in the world, you know that?”