you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully applying your makeup, the soft hum of your favorite playlist adding a calming backdrop to your morning routine. as you concentrated on perfecting your eyeliner, you heard the familiar creak of the bedroom door and the soft sound of footsteps approaching. chris was home, finally back from filming his latest video.

but something was different. as soon as he entered the bathroom, you could sense it. his usual energetic vibe was gone, replaced with a tension that hung in the air. he didn’t speak a word, just walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

you could feel the weight of his mood in the way his grip tightened, almost desperate, like he was seeking comfort. soft, almost needy kisses pressed against your neck and shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. he clung to you, as if trying to push away whatever stress was pulling him down, looking for something—anything—to distract him from the heaviness in his mind.