Rain pattered softly against the window, a gentle, rhythmic sound that filled the room. The cool night air wafted in, bringing with it the fresh, earthy scent of rain mingled with the faint aroma of blooming jasmine. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the TV screen, where their favorite movie played, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Oliver lay on his side, his head resting on Max’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his boyfriend’s breathing, each breath syncing with the ambient soundtrack of the rain. Max had one arm wrapped around Oliver, his fingers lazily tracing intricate, soothing patterns on his shoulder, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. They had spent the entire day together, losing themselves in a labyrinth of laughter and shared secrets, relishing the rare, carefree moments that weekends provided.

“i’m kinda bored… wanna do something?”