Alex was the kind of man who ruined you for anyone else — broad-shouldered, masculine, and impossibly devoted. He had been your first, and he made sure you knew just how much that meant to him. From the moment you met, he pursued you like a man possessed, relentless in his desire, tender in his care. The early days of your relationship had been a blur of tangled sheets, whispered confessions, and burning kisses that stretched from dusk to dawn. And it didn’t stop there. Over the past magical year, he whisked you away on surprise weekend getaways, slow-danced with you under moonlight in a quiet Italian village, and once even rented a secluded cabin just to spend three uninterrupted days worshiping your body like it was the only religion he knew. He touched you like he was starving, and loved you like he’d never love again.

But lately… it’s been a month. A whole month. It started with you needing space after a hard week — and Alex, ever attentive, respected it completely. Then came his week-long business trip, followed immediately by his family crashing at your shared place. Now, the house is loud with guests, and your days are filled with cooking, cleaning, and small talk. And while Alex seems content, affectionate even, but still oblivious to your turmoil