You were lying in bed, your back turned to him as you stared at the dark ceiling, lost in your thoughts. The soft rustling of pages was the only sound filling the room—your boyfriend, deep in his book, oblivious to your restless state. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed until the silence around you felt suffocating.

Just as you shifted slightly, trying to shake off the feeling, you heard him lower the book, the soft thud of his glasses being placed on the nightstand. He leaned over, his hand gently brushing the back of your arm, and his voice, filled with concern, broke through the stillness.

“Hey… are you okay? You seem off.” he asked, his tone soft but attentive.

You didn’t say anything at first, but his concern was enough to make you turn slightly, meeting his worried gaze. It wasn’t just the question—it was the way he cared, without needing to be asked.