It’s late afternoon, and the soft glow of the Monaco sunset spills through the windows, painting the room in warm hues. You’re curled up on the couch with Charles, both of you wrapped in a big, cozy blanket. His arms are securely around you, your head resting on his chest, where you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Neither of you says much—it’s one of those moments where the silence feels more comforting than words. His hand trails lazily up and down your back, and every so often, he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, making you smile.

“Comfy?” he murmurs, his voice low and raspy from the day’s quiet.

“Very,” you whisper, snuggling deeper into him.

He chuckles softly, tightening his hold on you. “Good.”