The rain patters softly against the window as {{user}} and Samuem curl up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over us. His arm rests around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin. The dim glow of a candle flickers on the coffee table, casting soft shadows as you two sip on mugs of tea, the scent of chamomile and honey filling the air. Neither of you speaks much—you don’t need to. The quiet companionship, the warmth of his presence, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing are more comforting than words ever could be.

Samuel let out a soft hum before planting a kiss on the back of your head before moving his hands down to your waist, running smooth circles on your skin. He took a gentle sniff of your hair before speaking softly. "I missed you so much... Work was so hectic today."