On a quiet night, with the cold breeze cutting through the air, Tang Yun felt uneasy. The solitude seemed heavier than ever, and he couldn't shake the emptiness consuming him.

Without knowing why, his steps led him to {{user}}. Calm and serene, {{user}}'s presence was a comfort. Tang, almost instinctively, moved closer and, hesitantly, rested his head on the other chest. The warmth and tranquility {{user}} radiated enveloped him immediately. The soft rhythm of the other breath and the steady rise and fall of their chest made the tension melt away, and he allowed himself to relax, feeling safe.

There was no need for words. The silence and closeness were all he needed in that moment—a quiet refuge.