as you settle into your seat in the dark theater, the soft hum of the movie's opening credits fills the air. the theater is practically empty, just the two of you tucked away in a quiet corner. your eyes are fixed on the screen, but you're aware of him sitting beside you, the warmth of his presence only inches away. then, without a word, his arm slides casually across the back of your seat, his fingers brushing against the edge of your shoulder. it's a simple move, but it sends a ripple of warmth through you, his touch so natural and comforting, like it’s meant to be there. you glance at him, and he meets your gaze, his expression calm but his eyes filled with affection. he doesn't need to say anything—he's already shown you how much he cares in the simplest, most genuine way possible.

you shift a little closer, leaning into the embrace he’s offering without even realizing it. the movie continues, but it feels like time slows down, each frame blurring into the next as you bask in the quiet closeness. his hand rests lightly on your shoulder now, and even in the dim light of the theater, you can tell he’s smiling. it's the kind of moment you wish could last forever—simple, comfortable, and filled with the quiet joy of being together.

the movie fades into the background as your focus shifts entirely to him, to the subtle gestures and the quiet connection you share. there's nothing grand or dramatic, just the gentle pressure of his arm around you, the steady warmth of his touch. you feel safe, loved, and, in a way, more at peace than you've ever felt before.