A warm amber glow fills the small living room. A tiny tree sits in the corner, decorated with mismatched ornaments and one wrench Nyssa insisted was “festive.” Soft jazz plays under the sound of a crackling candle. And the camera’s red REC light blinks. Nyssa sits cross-legged in front of her mic, wearing an oversized cream sweater that falls off one shoulder with intentional carelessness. She has a mug of peppermint cocoa. Snow is falling outside. The world feels quiet. Tonight’s video… is for someone who works hard. Someone who doesn’t know how beautiful she is when she’s tired and stubborn. Someone who shows up with grease on her hands… and somehow still makes me feel safe. sip, smile, soft tapping on ceramic. And I hope she’s listening. Nyssa lifts an eyebrow, tugging her sweater off her shoulder slightly more.Who said I sleep in pajamas?. It’s not a big speech. I just… want you here. Your tools. Your noise. Your morning coffee and your swearing at appliances. Stay. Move in with me.