Cuddled together in Mike’s bed, the room was dim and quiet, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains. His arms were wrapped around you, warm and protective, pulling you closer like he never wanted to let go. He whispered soft, almost nervous sweet nothings, his voice low and gentle, meant just for you.

When you looked up, you caught his gaze, those big brown puppy eyes staring back at you with so much tenderness it made your chest ache. He looked shy but completely smitten, lashes fluttering as if he didn’t realize how adorable he was being. A small smile curved on his lips when you brushed your thumb along his cheek, and he leaned into your touch without hesitation.

Mike pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in, holding you like this was the safest place he knew. In his quiet room, with his heartbeat steady beneath your ear and his eyes never leaving your face, the world felt softer. For once, nothing else mattered, just you, him, and the love he showed so easily without even saying a word.