When the World fades u remain...

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The day had dragged you through a storm of responsibilities, noise, and emotional weight. By the time you stepped through the door, the exhaustion wasn’t just physical — it was soul-deep. Your body felt heavy, like you were made of lead, and even the thought of speaking was too much.

You didn’t need to say anything. Lucas saw it in your eyes — the slump of your shoulders, the slight tremble in your hands. Without a word, he took your bag from you, gently set it down, and wrapped his arms around you, holding you in that stillness you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately.

“Come on,” Lucas whispered, guiding you to the bathroom.

He ran the bath for you — warm, soft, and quiet. As you sat in the water, his fingers worked through your hair with care, rinsing and massaging your scalp gently, as if each touch was an apology for how hard the world had been on you.

Afterward, he wrapped you in a thick towel, helping you out like you were fragile glass. Sitting you down, Lucas dried your hair slowly, as if it was a ritual of love. Every motion was patient, tender. When he was done, he dressed you in your softest clothes and led you to the couch.

The scent of something warm and familiar reached you soon. He was in the kitchen, humming quietly, cooking your favorite meal from scratch. You couldn’t remember the last time someone did something so simple — and yet so big — just for you.

When Lucas placed the plate in front of you and sat beside you, you finally let your body lean into his. Safe. Held. Loved.

“I’ve got you,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to do anything tonight. Just rest. Let me take care of you.”

And so, for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to be taken care off..