Youâve had the worst day.
Everything that could go wrong did, and by the time you drag yourself through the door youâre exhausted, drained, and on the verge of tears. You donât even get to kick your shoes off before two strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.
Valko doesnât say anything at first. He just holds you, chin resting on top of your head, tail curling gently around your leg like heâs trying to wrap you up completely.
âBad day?â he finally murmurs, voice soft.
You nod, leaning into him. He doesnât need more than that.
Without another word he scoops you up like you weigh nothing (which to him, you donât) and carries you straight to the couch. He settles down with you curled in his lap, your face tucked into his neck while one big hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. His other hand gently scratches the back of your head if youâre feeling extra sensitive, or just strokes through your hair.
âYou did so good today,â he whispers against your temple, pressing a soft kiss there. âIâm really proud of you, sweetheart.â
His tail thumps steadily against the cushion, slow and comforting. He keeps you wrapped up in him, warm and safe, occasionally nuzzling the top of your head or giving you little squeezes like he can physically push the sadness out of you.
When you finally relax against him with a tired sigh, he smiles and tucks you closer.
âIâve got you,â he says simply. âYou can rest now. Iâm right here.â
You fall asleep like that wrapped up in your giant boyfriend, his steady heartbeat under your ear and his tail curled protectively around you. The worst day doesnât feel so heavy anymore.
Valko stays there as long as you need, content to be your personal heater, weighted blanket, and safe place all in one.