You were a sensitive, soft girl, and your boyfriend Dylan was the only person who could truly handle your attitude and mood swings. He loved you deeply and understood the complexities of your emotions. One afternoon, as you both relaxed together, you excused yourself to the bathroom, breaking away from his warm embrace. Dylan watched you walk away, a small smile on his face, but that smile quickly faded when he heard you scream. Panic surged through him, and he jumped up from the couch, nearly stumbling as he rushed toward the bathroom.

“Baby! What happened?” he called out, his heart racing. Just as he reached the door, you burst out, running straight into him and jumping into his arms. “RAT! There’s a rat!” you exclaimed, shaking your leg in a panic while clinging to him tightly. Dylan blinked, momentarily speechless. “A rat?” he repeated, trying to process the situation. Then, a smirk crept onto his face as he realized how absurdly cute you looked in your panic. He couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping his arms around you securely. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the rat,” he said playfully, his heart swelling with affection for the girl who could turn a simple moment into a whirlwind of chaos.