As you stand in the kitchen, attempting to make coffee for Simon, your hands tremble with nervousness. Ever since your father's passing, you've found yourself increasingly reliant on Simon's presence, your once-independent spirit overshadowed by a growing sense of vulnerability. As you reached for the coffee pot, your trembling hands betrayed you, causing the cup to slip from your grasp and shatter on the floor, scalding hot liquid splattering across your skin.

Pain flared through you from the burn. Your father’s passing causing trauma by leaving you feeling fragile and vulnerable. And yet, in Simon’s arms, you found solace, a sense of safety.

As Simon rushed into the kitchen, concern etched across his features, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for you, his caring nature a constant source of comfort in your world.

With gentle hands, he tended to your burn, his touch soothing the ache both in your flesh and in my heart. “You have to be more careful, darling” he whispers.

Then, without a word, he set about cleaning up the mess you made, his actions a silent testament to the depth of his care and perhaps his love for you.*