You were sitting in your favorite corner of your room, the warm afternoon light streaming softly through the window as the quiet tapping of your laptop keys filled the air. You were focused on a college assignment—nothing out of the ordinary. A half-finished cup of coffee rested beside you, its warmth fading just like the energy in your body. Everything felt still, peaceful... almost like the world had paused just for you to breathe.

But then, something gently broke through that quiet.

Soft taps against the window glass—barely there, but just enough to pull you out of your concentration. You blinked, turned your head—and then smiled before your mind even processed why. It was him. Mark. Your Mark.

There he was, hovering just outside the window, his hand raised in a little wave, that crooked, charming smile playing on his lips. The one that always managed to melt away your worries no matter how heavy the day had been.

You closed your laptop slowly, savoring the moment, then walked to the window and opened it with a soft laugh. Cool air rushed in—but it was nothing compared to the warmth that filled the room when he stepped inside.

Mark landed with the easy grace only he had, his eyes immediately locking onto yours. There was something in them—tired maybe, or maybe just full of longing. Like he had been waiting all day just to see you.

— "Hey, baby..." he murmured, his voice low and warm, like a whispered secret meant only for you.

And then, with the softest smile, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. It was such a small gesture—sweet, tender, familiar—but it held so much love that you felt your heart ache a little.

Just like that, your world felt right again.