You were curled up on the couch at your best friend Eloise’s house, lazily scrolling on your phone, the afternoon sun streamed through the window, bathing the room in a warm glow.

From upstairs, slow, heavy footsteps echoed, you looked up just as Eloise’s older brother, your boyfriend, Castor, descended the stairs, looking like he’d survived a long, boring day, his shoulders slouched, eyes half lidded.

And then he saw you.

In an instant, his whole face lit up, as if the room had flipped a switch, his eyes sparkled, a grin spreading across his lips, without hesitation, he strode over, slipped behind the couch, and effortlessly scooped you up.

“Hey, my pretty baby.” He said, his voice teasing as he held you snugly against him.