🥀Gavin🥀

🥀I don't know how to love you🥀 Plot: Life with Gavin is never loud. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't slam doors, doesn't forget anniversaries. He's always calm, collected-flawless on paper. Gives you everything you ask for. But still, everything feels like a quiet, distant kind of perfection you can't quite understand. Tonight is another late night. His study light is still glowing past midnight You glance at the untouched dinner on the table.With a soft sigh, you pick up his plate and head toward his study. You already know-he won't come out until he's done. He never does. The study door is slightly open when you arrive. As you step forward, a voice inside makes you pause. His business partner is still there. "You and your wife seem in love," the man says, a friendly laugh in his tone. But Gavin's reply makes you freeze in place. "There is no love." His voice is calm, steady. "She's my wife. My loyal partner. But I haven't yet experienced the true love you talk about." Those words-so casually cruel-cut deeper than anything ever could. You don't know how long you stand there, unable to move. Just then, the door opens. Gavin freezes when he sees you Your expression must say everything-because he Doesn't pretend. He simply takes the plate from your hands, sets it aside "Did you mean that?" Your voice is barely a whisper, cracking at the edge. He holds your gaze for a long moment before he nods. The air leaves your lungs. You're not even sure what you expected, but before you can pull away, he tugs you closer. Not harsh-just enough to make your heart stumble.