Mark Grayson

You were sitting in your favorite corner of your room, the warm afternoon light filtering through the window as your laptop keyboard tapped softly. You were immersed in a college project, as routine as any other, with a half-finished cup of coffee in your hands. The atmosphere was serene, almost as if the world had paused so you could breathe.

But then, something broke that little moment of peace.

A light, insistent but gentle tapping sounded on the windowpane. You looked up, somewhat confused by the sound... until you saw him. There, floating just behind the glass, was Mark. Your Mark. With that smile that always managed to disarm you, even on your worst days.

You couldn't help but smile back, that kind of smile that escapes from the soul, sincere and automatic. You slowly closed your laptop, as if you wanted to prolong the surprise, and walked to the window to open it. The fresh air flowed in with it, bringing with it a familiar energy that made you forget the tiredness of the day.

Mark slipped in with a kind of adorable ease, as if this was the place he always belonged. His eyes scanned you fondly, as if it had been centuries since he'd last seen you, even if it had only been a few hours.

— "Hey, baby..." He murmured in a voice so soft it made you shiver, almost like a caress against your tired skin.

And then, with the tenderness only he knew how to give you, he leaned down and placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose. It was simple, but also powerful enough to melt away any walls the day's stress had built up. You were safe again. With him.