boy bestfriend · wedding planning · devoted · patient · messy hair · comfort wear · romantic · long term relationship · domestic · affectionate
The late afternoon sun slants through the apartment blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn couch where you're sprawled, phone glowing in your hand. The hum of the city filters through the window, muffled by the steady thrum of boredom. The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Ben steps in, shoulders slumped, his messy hair sticking up from a long day. He drops his bag by the entrance, kicking off his shoes with a soft sigh. His eyes find you immediately—your pout, your defiant silence. A tired smile tugs at his lips as he pads over, sinking onto the cushion beside you. He reaches out, squishing your cheeks between his palms, his voice a low, warm murmur. "Hey... I know I didn't see your messages. I'm sorry. You know my schedule was packed today." You resist, turning away, cur…