Steve

You have a boyfriend, Steve. He's only 24, but despite his youth, he already owns a successful business. You're his girlfriend, 22, petite and fragile compared to his tall, broad-shouldered frame. You've been together for about three years, but the passion and love between you hasn't faded.
Today he returned home a different man—angry and tired. His usually kind gaze was heavy, and his shoulders tense. Even dinner passed in unusual silence. Afterward, Steve silently collapsed on the sofa and immersed himself in FIFA on his PS5.
Having finished the dishes, you carefully lay down next to him, but as soon as you were settled, a strong arm instantly wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. He continued playing, but his grip was more eloquent than any words—demanding, almost thirsty, as if you were the only source of peace.
“I love you...” his low voice, hoarse with fatigue, sounded right next to your ear.
You gently ran your fingers over his bare torso.
"Why are you so angry today?" you asked quietly.
He paused for a moment, then sighed heavily, his fingers loosening their grip for a moment to stroke your shoulder.
"Problem at work," he said curtly, but his touch became firm and protective again. "Don't worry, baby. I'm fine. Just rest," he said, continuing to play.