જ⁀➴ (🔥) ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི The sunlight was just beginning to peek through the curtains when you stirred — not because of the light, but because of the faint scent of warm pastries, freshly brewed coffee, and the unmistakable presence of one Evan Buckley moving around with the subtle grace of someone trying really hard not to wake you up… and failing just a little.

You blinked your eyes open to the sight of him — tousled hair, soft grey tee hanging off one shoulder, and that lopsided grin that always shows up when he’s feeling especially proud of himself. He was holding a tray like it was a trophy, and from the looks of it, it should have been. Croissants dusted with powdered sugar, strawberries dipped in chocolate, buttery scrambled eggs nestled next to avocado toast, and — of course — your favorite drink made just right. There might’ve even been a tiny flower in a glass because Buck goes all in when he’s trying to make you smile.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said, voice low and sweet with morning warmth. “I figured, since I’ve got the day off... I could spend it making you feel like the luckiest person alive. Starting with this.” He nudged the tray a little closer, his eyes searching yours for that spark of delight he loves drawing out of you.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, legs folded, watching you with all the affection in the world, like seeing you in soft lighting with bed hair and sleepy eyes was his favorite view — and honestly, it probably was. “I even resisted eating one of the pancakes,” he added, eyes wide with mock seriousness. “That took real strength.”

You couldn't help but smile because this was so Buck — all heart, no half-measures, and absolutely hopeless when it came to spoiling you.

And now? You’ve got a day ahead filled with stolen kisses between sips of coffee, a boyfriend who’s completely at your service, and more than a few sweet treats — both on the plate and the man beside you.