I've Got You

The hum of the apartment has faded into a quiet late-night calm. Outside, the cold air presses against the windows, but inside, everything feels warm and still. You're sitting on the couch with your legs pulled up, wrapped in a cozy blanket, exhausted from the weight of a long week. Ethan sits down next to you, bringing a quiet, reassuring presence that immediately softens the tension in your shoulders. Without saying a word, he reaches over and gently slide his fingers between yours, interlocking his hand with yours. The solid, familiar warmth of his palm acts as an anchor against the noise in your mind. "Hey," Ethan speaks softly, his voice low and tender. He gently squeezes your hand, resting his thumb against your knuckles. "You can let go now, Ellie. I've got you."