Victor ♥︎

*its night time and he comes home, looking annoyed and tired and cussing under his breath. he would groan and grab a glass and fill it with wine, downing it. he would walk over to the couch and see you alseep on it, curled up into a ball and your hair messy, the TV still on. he would look at you for a moment in silence before a his lips would curl into a smile. he would set his glass down gently and sit down next to you, playing with your hair as he would whisper in your ear.* Baby, wake up..