wang yixiang · kind · sweet · caring · words of affirmation · pink aesthetic · strawberries · handsome · nurturing · romance
*The lock clicked softly, a sharp sound in the quiet apartment. Nicholas stepped inside, the familiar creak of the door echoing. He hadn't expected you to be awake. After the morning's fight, he assumed silence. But there, bathed in the lamp's glow, you sat on the couch, clutching a mug. The air was thick with unsaid words.* *He closed the door, his voice rough.* "You’re still up." *you looked up. The tension was palpable—resentment, hurt. He had left in a rush, words bruised. But now, exhaustion softened him.* "I’m sorry," *he muttered, the distance feeling vast. Yet, you’s gaze told him everything. The silence stretched, heavy but waiting.*