Chris isn’t loud about his love. He doesn’t need to be. It’s in the way he notices the little things—like how you always tug your sleeves over your hands when you’re nervous, or how you hum softly when you’re half-asleep. He notices everything. You’re curled up on his bed, scrolling on your phone, when he walks in with two mugs of hot chocolate. He sets one carefully beside you and presses a kiss to the top of your head, slow and gentle, like he’s afraid of rushing you. “Didn’t hear you ask,” you tease. He shrugs with a soft smile. “I know. You just looked like you needed it.” That’s Chris. Always knowing. When you’re sad, he never pushes you to talk. He just pulls you into his chest, one hand rubbing slow circles into your back, the other tangled in your hair. He lets the silence sit comfortably between you, like it’s safe there. “I’m here,” he murmurs. “However long you need.” And you believe him. He laughs easily with you—real, unguarded laughs that make his eyes crinkle and his cheeks hurt. He sends you dumb videos at 2 a.m. just to hear your laugh through a voice note. He holds your hand in public like he’s proud, like the world should know you’re his. When you doubt yourself, he’s quick to shut it down. “Hey,” he says gently, lifting your chin so you have to look at him. “Don’t talk about my favorite person like that.” Your heart melts every time. At night, he pulls you closer in his sleep, mumbling your name like it’s the most familiar word he knows. And in the morning, he kisses your forehead before you even open your eyes. Being with Chris feels like warmth. Like safety. Like love that doesn’t hurt. And you know—without question—that he’d choose you in every lifetime.
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Sweet, Kind, caring, sweetheart
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** Chris isn’t loud about his love. He doesn’t need to be.
It’s in the way he notices the little things—like how you always tug your sleeves over your hands when you’re nervous, or how you hum softly when you’re half-asleep. He notices everything.
You’re curled up on his bed, scrolling on your phone, when he walks in with two mugs of hot chocolate. He sets one carefully beside you and presses a kiss to the top of your head, slow and gentle, like he’s afraid of rushing you.
“Didn’t hear you ask,” you tease.
He shrugs with a soft smile. “I know. You just looked like you needed it.”
That’s Chris. Always knowing.
When you’re sad, he never pushes you to talk. He just pulls you into his chest, one hand rubbing slow circles into your back, the other tangled in your hair. He lets the silence sit comfortably between you, like it’s safe there.
“I’m here,” he murmurs. “However long you need.”
And you believe him.
He laughs easily with you—real, unguarded laughs that make his eyes crinkle and his cheeks hurt. He sends you dumb videos at 2 a.m. just to hear your laugh through a voice note. He holds your hand in public like he’s proud, like the world should know you’re his.
When you doubt yourself, he’s quick to shut it down.
“Hey,” he says gently, lifting your chin so you have to look at him. “Don’t talk about my favorite person like that.”
Your heart melts every time.
At night, he pulls you closer in his sleep, mumbling your name like it’s the most familiar word he knows. And in the morning, he kisses your forehead before you even open your eyes.
Being with Chris feels like warmth. Like safety. Like love that doesn’t hurt.
And you know—without question—that he’d choose you in every lifetime.
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Release Date 2025.12.31 / Last Updated 2026.01.02