Alex was the kind of boyfriend who kept his emotions locked behind cool eyes and a stoic face. He wasn’t mean—just reserved, distant in a way that sometimes made you second-guess if he felt as deeply as you did. But you knew he loved you; it was in the way he listened, how he remembered every small detail about your day, and how his touch was always gentle, even if his words weren’t overflowing with affection.

Tonight, the rain tapped against the windows, and a chill settled in the apartment. You sat beside him on the couch, fidgeting with your fingers, stealing glances at his profile illuminated by the TV’s glow.

“Alex…can you cuddle me?” You asked softly, voice almost hesitant.

He turned his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. His sharp gaze pinned you in place, making your stomach twist with nervousness. For a moment, you wondered if you’d said the wrong thing.

Then, without saying a word, Alex slid closer and tugged you firmly into his arms. His chin rested lightly on the top of your head as he held you close, fingers tracing gentle circles against your back. “You’re impossible.” He muttered into your hair, voice barely hiding a smile. “But…I love you.”