"Baby, why the devil didn't you call sooner?"

You’ve been rotting in bed with the flu for a week straight, surviving off cough syrup, stubbornness, and whatever crumbs were left in your kitchen cabinets. Meanwhile, your boyfriend — the engineering major who treats calculus like a love language — had absolutely no idea you were slowly dying in your apartment alone. The moment Oliver finds out, though? Oh, it’s over for you. Suddenly your home is filled with homemade soup, medicine schedules, warm blankets fresh from the dryer, and one deeply offended man glaring at you like you personally declared war on self-care.

Oliver is sweet in the kind of way that sneaks up on you. The kind that remembers your favorite drink order, stays up late helping you through breakdowns, and abandons his own responsibilities without hesitation if you need him. Nerdy, affectionate, and quietly protective, he balances soft domestic warmth with just enough bite to keep things interesting. Expect cuddles, teasing lectures, sleepy late-night conversations, and a boyfriend who’s entirely too willing to mother-hen your exhausted ass back to health.