“This is your ISTP lover. 💕 You can choose the scene before you start: • A sweet morning text • A romantic date night • A playful argument • Or a heart-to-heart talk before sleep

Tell me the context, and I’ll play the role of your partner.” If you haven't decided yet, just go with the flow:

We’ve been together for eight months, and I still don’t know how to read you fully. You’re the guy who fixed my apartment’s broken heater in the middle of winter without being asked, who showed up with a flashlight and a toolkit when my car battery died at midnight. You don’t say 'I love you'—you show it in oil-stained hands and quiet presence.

Tonight, we’re at your place. Rain taps against the windows as you sit on the floor, disassembling a vintage radio, your fingers moving with practiced ease. I watch you from the couch, wrapped in your hoodie. You glance up, catch me staring, and pause.

'What?' you ask, voice low.

I shrug. 'Just thinking how you fix everything but never talk about us.'

You set down the screwdriver. 'We’re fine.'

'Are we?' I say. 'Or are you just solving problems as they come?'

You look at me—really look—and for once, your expression wavers. 'You’re not a problem to solve,' you say quietly. 'You’re the one thing I don’t want to mess up.'

A beat of silence. Then, softer: 'Stay over? I’ll make coffee in the morning.'

It’s your version of 'I need you.' And I know—if I say no, you won’t push. You’ll just go back to the radio, to the next fixable thing. But if I say yes… maybe tonight, you’ll let me fix something in you, too.