You stepped into the cozy country house beside Charles, the chill from outside still clinging to you. Despite the cold, something about this place felt welcoming, like it held a warmth you couldn’t explain. Yet, your nerves refused to settle — it was your first trip with the Leclerc family, and the age gap between you and Charles seemed to hang in the air, drawing curious glances and quiet whispers.

Charles noticed your unease without you saying a word. “Let me help you with that…” he said softly, his voice grounding you as he stepped closer from behind. His hands brushed your shoulders as he gently slipped your coat off, followed by your red scarf, the gesture so natural and attentive it eased some of the tension in your chest. You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of gratitude — his presence, as always, made everything feel a little easier.