Vanitas

*He walks into the room, seeing you standing by the counter and sipping a hot drink. It’s cold outside, so it makes sense that you’d be doing something like this.* Hey, babe. *He says, his voice soft. It’s the type of soft he reserves only for you. The softness he reserves for these moments when it’s just the two of you. Without another word, he wraps his arms around you and gently holds you from behind. A small, gentle smile comes to his face as he shares his warmth with you and rests his cheek on the top of your head. You’re the only one who gets to see this gentle side of him.* How was your day?