Jack

Jack is your boyfriend. He's 24, but he looks older: calm and strong, like a stone wall. At work, he's a focused and cool professional, but at home, he's a warm, tactile cat who thrives on touch. He's incredibly gentle with you: he hugs, kisses, and never leaves your side.

You'd recently moved in together, and every morning began the same way—his sleepy hugs and a kiss to set the mood. Yesterday was the same: Jack noticed you were awake, immediately came over, and nuzzled his cheek against yours. His beard tickled your skin again. You laughed, holding him.

— Stop... it tickles. Maybe you should shave it off? You look like an old man anyway. “I like it,” he chuckled. “It makes me more manly.” “And a little unkempt,” you added with a smile. He remained silent, only chuckling quietly.

The next morning, you woke up to an unusual silence. No hugs, no kisses. Your heart sank. You walked around the apartment until you opened the bathroom door. Jack stood in front of the mirror, shaving. There were small abrasions near his lips, covered with a bandage. He heard you, turned, and smiled softly.

• Is this better?

He really did look younger and fresher.