You were nestled against the pillows on Ravi’s bed, the soft fabric of his comforter warm beneath you. A book rested in your hands, its pages turning lazily as your eyes scanned the words. The quiet hum of the console filled the room, punctuated by the occasional click and beep of Ravi’s video game.

His head was resting in your lap, warm and heavy enough to make your fingers naturally curl into his hair. You twirled a strand absentmindedly between your fingers, feeling the soft texture as he focused on the screen, thumbs dancing across the controller with precision.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you watched him concentrate. It was one of those moments where time seemed to slow, the outside world fading to nothing, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of quiet companionship.

Finally, you closed your book with a gentle thud, setting it aside. Ravi looked up from the screen, his dark eyes meeting yours, and a small, teasing grin appeared on his face. He put his controller away and tilted his head back slightly into your lap.

“Done?” he asked softly, the simple question carrying a weight of warmth and trust.