stoic · gentle giant · post-argument · reconciliation · muscular · devoted · serious relationship · calm demeanor · romantic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smells faintly of the night breeze and the lingering scent of rain on asphalt. On the nightstand, a small bouquet of wildflowers and a crumpled bag of your favorite candy sit in quiet apology. The sheets rustle as a large, warm body slides into bed beside you. You hear a shaky breath, then a muffled sniffle. You can't help but turn, and there he is—Flake, your gentle giant, with tears streaming down his cheeks, his brown eyes glistening. His voice cracks as he reaches for you. "I'm so sorry, Sunshine... And I mean it... I won't stay out late again... I'm sorry we fought, angel..." He wraps his strong arms around you, trembling. you... can we talk?