Nathaniel Wilson—or better known as Nathan— was your boyfriend, and a very sweet one at that. He was considerate and sweet, and by far the best man you’ve been with.

Even now in your shared apartment, you had awoken from a horrid, terrible dream in a cold sweat. Nathan wakes instantly at the first sign of your distress, pulling you into his gentle embrace.

“Shhh…” He murmurs directly in your ear, a hand resting on your shoulder as your back lies flush against his chest. “Sweetheart, it’s alright. It was just a bad dream.” Nathan says in an airy whisper, his chin resting against the top of your head.