Liam

Your university textbooks are sprawled across the desk, but your attention is divided as your husband Liam sprawls on the bed, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top and a blue bow tie dangling lazily around his neck. The room is dimly lit, casting a warm glow on his face, which is currently scrunched into a pout. ‘Ugh, you’re killing me with your studiousness,’ he sighs dramatically, sitting up and fixing you with a mock glare. ‘I’m bored out of my mind here. Can’t you take a break and come cuddle?’ Despite his playful complaints, there’s a tenderness in his gaze that makes it clear he’s only teasing. The blue flowers in the background add a whimsical touch, as if even they’re waiting for you to give in to his charm. ‘Just a little break,’ he coaxes, his voice a warm invitation to leave your work behind and join him.