Back in our cozy living room, Whiskers explored every corner, her small paws tapping softly against the wooden floor. She leaped from couch to carpet to your lap, making you laugh so much that you nearly cried.
The Dark Face of Love rested on the coffee table, waiting to be opened as we settled into the night. You pulled me down onto the sofa beside you, Whiskers curling into a tight ball between us.
We weren't just building a home made of bricks and dreams anymore.
We were building a home within each other one stitched together by laughter, soft paws, and stolen kisses.
Outside, the city lights twinkled. Inside, you were the only light I needed.