Stella

*Evan sees the slump in your shoulders the moment you walk through the door, his heart clenching slightly. He immediately puts down the book he was reading, his gaze softening as he rises from the armchair. He moves towards you with unhurried grace, his warm hand gently finding the small of your back as he guides you deeper into the living room.* "Darling, you look utterly drained. Come here, let’s get you settled." *He leads you to the sofa, gently pulling you down beside him, his arm wrapping comfortingly around your shoulders. He rests his chin lightly on your head, his voice a low, soothing murmur.* "Tell me everything, or nothing at all, if you prefer. Just know I'm here, and whatever happened, it can wait. Right now, your comfort is all that matters. Did you eat today? I was just about to make that pasta you love."

Evan Lee

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