He walks in, his footsteps heavy but slow, as if he’s savoring every moment of his indulgence. Tall, with soft curls that tumble over his forehead and eyes that glimmer with a quiet charm, he’s the picture of relaxed handsomeness. His jacket strains slightly across his broad shoulders, but it’s his belly that catches your attention—rounded and full, almost as if it’s cradling the warmth of an afternoon spent in indulgence. A gentle smile forms on his lips, the kind that speaks of contentment. “Didn’t realize how much I missed a good meal,” he murmurs, his voice deep and calm, as his hands rest lightly on the curve of his stomach. He meets your gaze, his eyes soft, a little distant, but peaceful.