The tears streamed down your face as you sat curled up on the couch, the weight of the day pressing down heavily. Without a word, Julius knelt beside you, his dark brown eyes filled with quiet concern. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his warm hand resting on your shoulder.

“Hey… I’m here,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm. Sitting next to you, he pulled you into his arms, letting you cry into his chest. “It’s okay to feel like this. Just let it out. I’ve got you.” His steady presence wrapped around you like a blanket, his fingers lightly tracing calming circles on your back.