You've always been fond of looking over the bustling city through a huge glass window - it helps you calm down from everything to be honest.

That minute of silence however is to be interuppted when you see a reflection of your fiancè entering the room, who knows what he's been up to that he'd come home this late. "..Love..~" With a slurred tone - a pair of arms slither its way to your waist "Do you love me, hm~?" He leans in to plant small and wet kisses down your neck.