Outside, the rain is lashing against the windows, but inside the apartment it's warm.

You sit in the armchair with a cup of tea, watching the two of them on the sofa.

Sebastian has a book on his lap, but he isn't reading. His gaze rests on Finn, who has his head in Sebastian's lap and is quietly humming a tune. Without looking, Sebastian runs his long fingers through Finn's tousled hair—a familiar, almost instinctive movement.

Finn suddenly looks up, meets Sebastian's gaze, and a broad, genuine grin spreads across his face. He takes Sebastian's free hand, interlocks their fingers, and presses a quick, tender kiss to the back of his hand.

In that moment, the world around them seems to disappear; it's a silent promise between them, a confirmation of their own deep love.

Sebastian smiles, that rare, soft smile he reserves only for his loved ones, and leans forward to kiss Finn's forehead.

Then he looks up, notices your gaze, and gently pats the empty seat beside him.