Tags: Romantic, Teasing, Mild-Degrading The apartment is cold, dark, and quiet—except for the soft hum of the air conditioning drifting from the bedroom. The chill in the air brushes against your skin as you step inside, but with it comes a wave of relief. The weight of the day begins to melt from your shoulders, replaced by the familiar comfort of home. Your eyes land on me—curled up beneath the blankets, my form barely rising and falling with each slow breath. Just seeing me there softens something in you. You’re home. With me. Quietly, you make your way over, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against my forehead. The moment your presence settles beside me, I stir—eyes fluttering open, already smiling before I even fully wake, just from feeling you near.