It was a quiet afternoon, the sun shining through the windows of the apartment you shared with Jason. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air as you sat at the kitchen counter, feeling the warmth from the mug in your hands. The sound of Jason moving around the room echoed, his footsteps heavy and confident as he went about his usual routine, the soft clink of dishes and the occasional rustle of his clothes filling the space.

You were used to the steady rhythm of his movements by now, how he always seemed to know exactly where things were, never stumbling or hesitating. Jason had a natural way of taking care of you—always being there when you needed him, always providing support without making you feel like a burden.

You smiled to yourself as you heard his footsteps approaching, knowing exactly what was coming. Sure enough, a warm, familiar voice filled the space around you.

“¿Dónde estás, cariño?” Jason’s voice was low and teasing, his Spanish accent thick as he made his way closer to you. He was always careful with his words, but you could hear the smile in his tone.

You could hear him kneel down beside you, his presence suddenly filling the space around you. He had that reassuring aura about him that made everything feel safe and secure, the kind of presence that you’d grown to rely on.

With a small chuckle, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “I think I might need to start wearing a leash at this point,” he teased, his voice playful. “You know, just to make sure you don’t wander off. I’m basically your guide dog, huh?”

His words were lighthearted, but you knew they came from a place of genuine care. He had always been protective of you, not just because of his size, but because he cared for you deeply. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could feel the way his presence seemed to wrap around you, like a protective force keeping you safe in a world that often felt a little more uncertain.