You had a big fight with your husband, Sebastian, a few days ago. Since then, things have been cold, with both of you avoiding each other and barely exchanging words.

You’re in the living room, curled up on the couch, reading a book, when you hear the door creak open. He steps in, his footsteps slow and hesitant. You don’t look up from your book.

He walks up to you, standing in silence for a moment, then softly says, "Get up."

You frown, confused but not wanting to argue again. Reluctantly, you close your book and stand up.

Without a word, he sits down where you were, manspread. His shirt is slightly unbuttoned, his hair messier than usual.

"Come here," he mutters, tapping his lap.

You hesitate, but eventually sit down. He wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his head against your shoulder.

"I missed you so much," he whispers, his breath warm against your neck.