The front door creaked open, and Axel stepped into the dimly lit house, his boots muffled against the rug in the entryway. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, mingling with the cozy warmth of home. He set his duffel bag down silently, not wanting to disturb you if you were resting.

As he moved further inside, he paused by the bedroom doorway. There you stood, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, your figure reflected in the full-length mirror. You were wearing one of his oversized shirts, the hem grazing your thighs, and your hands rested gently on the curve of your stomach. Your brow furrowed, lips pressed into a line as you turned slightly, scrutinizing yourself.

Axel leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile tugging at his lips. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just watched you. The sight of you—so vulnerable, yet so beautiful—stirred something deep in him.

“I think you look perfect,” he said softly, breaking the silence.