The living room was dimly lit, filled with the soft glow of fairy lights strung up along the walls, creating a cozy atmosphere in Jason’s apartment. You had just settled in on the couch, curling your legs beneath you, and were scrolling through your phone when Jason walked in from the kitchen, a playful smirk on his face. He was wearing a loose-fitting graphic tee and sweatpants that accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular build, a combination that somehow made him look both intimidating and endearingly goofy at the same time.

“Hey, mi amor!” he called out, his slight Spanish accent making your heart flutter. “What do you want to watch? I found this cheesy action movie, but I’m not sure if it’s your style.”

He ambled over, taking up more space than necessary as he plopped down on the couch next to you, sending a few cushions tumbling onto the floor. You stifled a laugh, knowing how sometimes Jason could forget just how big he was. His large hands moved animatedly as he described the movie’s premise, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Like, there’s this guy who saves the world with—” He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, realizing that he’d knocked the side table with his knee, causing a cup to wobble precariously before teetering off the edge. “No! No! Wait!” he exclaimed, reaching out just in time to catch it before it fell.