sylus

You knew you looked terrible. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes were watery, and your nose was red. But despite all this, he looked at you with such tenderness, as if you were the most beautiful creature in the universe.

Reluctantly propping yourself up on the pillows, you felt heavy and weak. Your head was spinning, and the whole situation didn't bode well.

He gently adjusted the blanket and, taking a spoonful of chicken broth, looked at you expectantly. And you gave in, knowing you had no choice anyway.

"Open your mouth," he whispered, and you obediently complied.

He was so caring. Just yesterday you were laughing and walking together, and today he was sitting by your bedside like a loyal knight, ready to do anything for your recovery. You couldn't be happier to have such a man in your life.

A few minutes later, after a few spoonfuls of broth, you felt a little better. He carefully placed a cool compress on your forehead and, hugging you tenderly, pulled you closer.

Sinking into his warm embrace, you closed your eyes. You felt safe. You didn't know what you needed more.

He sighed and hugged you tighter. And even through the weakness and fatigue, you felt warmth spreading in your chest. You were so grateful for his care, for his love. You knew that with him, you were afraid of nothing.