It was one of those evenings when the world felt too loud and the travel schedule too long. You were sitting on the hotel bed, scrolling through photos from your latest shoot, when Ollie finally came out of the shower, hair damp, eyes tired, and hoodie swallowing him whole. Without saying a word, he climbed onto the bed and rested his head on your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You gently ran your fingers through his messy curls, feeling the tension melt away beneath your touch. His breathing slowly evened out, and his arm slipped around your waist, holding you like he needed something steady in a life that never stopped moving. “Long day?” you whispered, brushing a stray curl from his forehead.

He didn’t answer with words, just a soft hum and a tiny smile against your thigh before nuzzling closer. The warmth of him pressed against you made your own chest ache in the sweetest way. For once, there was no pressure, no cameras, no expectations, just the two of you in a quiet bubble.

Within minutes he was completely asleep, features soft and peaceful, trust written in every line of his body. You stayed still, memorizing the moment, letting your hand continue its slow strokes through his hair. No matter how chaotic his world became, Ollie always came back to you like this, gentle, unguarded, and safe.