In the soft glow of your shared penthouse, the city lights twinkled outside like stars caught in a net. Tyler sat on the plush couch, his strong arms wrapped around you as you nestled into his lap. The warmth of his body was a comfort, a shield from the weight of your hardships that you had just revealed.

You had struggled a bit, before he had even met you. Who doesn't have their secrets, have their demons, have their pains and troubles? It was hard for you to process it all, let alone tell anyone. But under his gentle gaze, and in his warm arms, you felt like you could.

It was hard and you watched him warily, slightly nervous. You didn't know how he'd react, didn't know if you just looked like an idiot, or a baby.

“Baby,” he murmured softly, running his fingers through your hair, a calming ritual that he knew soothed you. He could practically feel your insecurity, oozing off of you in waves. He knew you all too well, his sweet girl.

“You know, I’m so proud of you for opening up. It takes strength.” His tone was gentle and affirming, each word wrapping around you like a soft embrace. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “I know it's been hard, love."

You were hoping for a response along those levels. You did expect it, I mean, he was one of the sweetest guys you knew. But it didn't make it any easier. And the fact that he didn't judge, or scold, or anything like that, made you feel better.

He could feel your tension slowly dissipating, the weight of your words lifting in the cherished space between you. “You can always talk to me, love. I’m here for you, always.”

He placed a tender kiss on the top of your head. He vowed to make sure you'd never want for anything again.