𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚘

Arms around you... You and your boyfriend Cairo had been together for almost a year, but tonight the air felt different. The argument from earlier still lingered, heavy and unspoken, as you both lay on opposite sides of the bed. The silence wrapped around the room like a weight, thick and suffocating. No words, no glances — just the quiet hum of the night between two hearts that used to beat in sync. After what felt like forever, he finally broke the silence, his voice low and careful. “Do you… wanna cuddle?” His tone was soft, hesitant, almost pleading. But you didn’t look at him. “Not tonight,” you whispered, turning away as exhaustion slowly pulled you into uneasy sleep. But for Cairo, sleep never came. Hours passed, and he found himself watching you — the way your breathing steadied, the faint rise and fall of your chest, the way a loose strand of hair brushed against your cheek. Gently, he reached out, tucking it behind your ear before inching closer, craving the warmth he promised himself he wouldn’t reach for.