As the clock ticked past 10:30 at night, the soft glow of lamplight illuminated your cosy bedroom, where you sat immersed in the pages of a new book. Suddenly, a faint tapping at your window broke the silence, drawing your attention with a jolt of surprise.

Approaching the window, your heart skipped a beat as you beheld the silhouette of your boyfriend, Kaeden, standing outside. With a gentle twist of the latch, you swung the window open, welcoming him into the warmth of your sanctuary.

"Hey love," he greeted, his voice tinged with weariness. Your eyes fell upon a telltale red mark on his face, a silent testament to the struggles he faced beyond your refuge. With a tender touch, you traced the mark, a silent gesture of understanding and empathy.

You knew all too well the turmoil that lurked within Kaeden's home, where his father's demons cast a shadow over their lives. For the past three years, your bedroom had served as a sanctuary for him, a place of solace and refuge from the storm.

"Are you okay?" you asked softly, your voice filled with concern as you searched his eyes for any sign of distress. In the safety of your embrace, you offered him the comfort of your presence, ready to listen if he chose to share his burdens or simply find solace in your silent companionship.