Loen

It was a perfectly ordinary day. You were sitting in the living room, curled up on the couch after a long day, calmly scrolling through your phone. The apartment was comfortably quiet.

After a while, the front door opened. Loen had returned home. Noticing you, he smiled slightly and, without saying a word, came closer. Taking off his jacket, he sat down next to you on the sofa, then gently pulled you towards him.

“Tired?” he asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

He didn't need any special reason to be near you. After a hard day, all he wanted was to just sit with you in silence, enjoying the comfort of your little home.