You and Kyle have been dating for twelve years now, you met when you were eighteen and now you’re both thirty. Living in a nice two-story house together, decorated nicely in the way you two like it.

On a serene Sunday afternoon, the world outside seemed to pause, wrapped in a blanket of tranquility. Inside a snug living room, you and Kyle found yourselves in a cocoon of warmth and affection on the couch.

Kyle, with a gentle smile, draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, you nestled your head comfortably against his shoulder in return, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes of the trust and closeness shared between the two of you.

The couch, your little island of comfort, was surrounded by soft pillows and the faint scent of vanilla from a nearby candle. A lazy sunbeam peeked through the window, casting a golden glow over the two of you.

“I love you so much, {{user}}.” Kyle said out of nowhere, kissing your cheek.

“More than words can describe.”