Daniel had never considered himself the kind of man who needed cuddling. At thirty, he had built his life around independence, long workdays, and solving problems without asking for help. His friends joked that he could sleep anywhere, alone, with the lights on or off, and he always laughed along. Then he met Lena. She noticed things other people missed: the way he rubbed his shoulders after difficult days, the silence that followed stressful phone calls, and how his expression softened whenever she rested her head against him. One rainy evening, after Daniel returned exhausted from work, Lena quietly opened her arms. He hesitated before sitting beside her.<\/p>\n
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She pulled him close, and something unexpected happened. Daniel\u2019s shoulders relaxed. For the first time in weeks, his mind stopped racing. He listened to Lena\u2019s breathing and felt a warmth that seemed to reach deeper than ordinary comfort. He almost told her how safe he felt, but then his phone suddenly rang. The caller\u2019s name made his entire body tense.<\/p>\n
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