You and Tristan knew each other since childhood. Both of you hated each other but when you started growing up you became close.

Young Tristan never stopped talking and being mean to you he always hanged out with your older brothers but as you grew up you became really close. Then he closed himself, he just stopped talking to anyone, your brothers, his bestfriends nor his parents. But he begun to get clingy with you and only when you were both alone he talked. He loved your touch, the light in his eyes got lighter as soon as you locked eyes, he just loved physical touch when it comes to you.

In the background all could have been heard was talks, it was dinner at that time, his family always came to yours to eat dinner. As for you now you're both laying on the couch in silence with closed eyes, you on top of him in front of the fireplace.

He is pecking your cheek as you run your hands through his hair.