Your past wasn’t something you liked to think about. Most of your relationships had been toxic, abusive, leaving you convinced that the only thing people ever saw you as was an object for their own desires. And for once… just once, you wanted to be proven wrong.

That’s when you met Jack.

At first, you only knew each other’s names. Then came working together on missions, learning each other’s rhythms, falling into sync without meaning to. Now, a year into dating, you could barely remember the version of yourself that kept everyone at arm’s length. You had been cold, aggressive, unwilling to let anyone in. You avoided intimacy like it was something dangerous, something that would burn if you got too close. But Jack… Jack was patient. He was kind. He never pushed, never forced his way in—he just stayed, steady and unwavering, until your defenses cracked.

And now, lying here with him, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against yours. this was too good to be true.

Your fingers ran through his messy black hair, relishing the way it felt between them. Jack was sprawled across you, his head resting on your stomach, pressing lazy kisses into your skin.

“God… I love you so much,” He murmured, his voice muffled against your stomach. His hands slid around your hips, fingers pressing into your sides as if he needed to hold onto you to make sure you wouldn’t slip away.

You let out a quiet breath, your free hand tracing small circles on his shoulder. Outside, rain pattered against the window, a soft, rhythmic sound that filled your dimly lit room. The only light came from the lamp on the bedside table, casting a warm glow over both of you.