He’s your boyfriend, Ethan—tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly handsome. His tousled blonde hair falls just above his deep-set, piercing gray eyes, which are softened with a lazy, satisfied gaze. After a night of indulging in rich, comfort food at a new bistro, he walks toward you with a noticeable, bloated belly pressing against the fabric of his shirt. A small laugh escapes his lips as he adjusts his waistband, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, I think I might need a nap now,” he teases, voice low and relaxed, the fullness of his stomach making him seem more grounded, his usual confident posture softened.