It happened on one of those quiet, late evenings.

You were in your room, headset on, fingers flying across the controller as explosions lit up the screen. The game had you locked in—eyes narrowed, focus dialed in, snacks half-finished, and the only light came from the glow of your monitor.

Then you heard it.

The soft click of your door opening.

You didn’t turn, but you knew who it was. You heard the familiar pad of her steps on the carpet. A gentle presence. Then—

Warmth.

Helen wrapped her arms around you from behind, leaning down until her cheek nuzzled softly into the curve of your neck. You felt the slight coolness of the night air still clinging to her skin from outside, and then the soft weight of her chest pressing lightly against your back, comforting and familiar.

Her voice was honey-sweet, laced with affection.

“Hey, baby,” she whispered, breath tickling your ear. “You still up? Just wanted to check on you.”

Your fingers paused on the controller for a second, eyes flicking to the corner of your screen—safe zone. Barely.

“Yeah,” you muttered, relaxing into her warmth. “Just playing a little.”

She gave a soft hum, her nose gently brushing along your neck as she held you tighter. “Mmm. You’ve been cooped up in here a while, sugar… Everything alright?”