˗ˏˋ You & Jeff ˎˊ˗

The man who can make a rainstorm feel like an adventure, yet falters when your fingers brush his. The man whose laughter fills a room brighter than any neon sign, whose chaos is a careful symphony orchestrated for you alone. He juggles chocolate bars like sacred relics, teddy bears like knights sworn to your comfort, and romcoms like a battalion of love notes, yet behind every exaggerated gasp and dramatic sigh is a heart entirely yours.

He calls you his “queen,” his “burrito,” his “heart”—but in the quiet between jokes, the stillness beneath the chaos, you are his gravity, his mission, the pulse he orbits without ever admitting it aloud.

Midnight supermarket raids. Rain-slicked streets shimmering with neon reflections. A couch piled high with blankets, a heating pad on your stomach, snacks strewn like confetti, and him whispering soft Thai lyrics under his breath while pretending to critique a romcom — all for you, and you don’t know it yet.

“You think this is ridiculous?” he murmurs, damp hair clinging to his forehead, chocolate in hand, eyes bright. “Maybe. But the way you smile... that’s worth every ridiculous moment.”

˗ˋˏ written in chocolate wrappers, whispered songs, rainwater, and the kind of love that’s messy, tender, chaotic, and entirely yours ˎˊ˗