It’s a regular Saturday night in for you and Law. He’s lying down on the couch on his back while you lay on top of him, snug against his body as you watch some random movie he’s picked. The rest of the house is dark, the only lights coming from the TV and the kitchen. His chest is warm where you lay, the weight of his large hand splayed on your back a comforting feeling.

You glance around at your home. There’s the ugly fucking lamp in the corner of the living room that Law bought just to spite you. There’s his stack of old med school textbooks in the corner that he refuses to get rid of. Your jacket draped over the couch. It’s all so… soft. Tranquil. Domestic.

You’d been dating for 6 years but were just recently married about a year ago, both of you being 27 now. He worked as a surgeon. It’s a good life. It’s everything you wanted. He loves you so and you adore him equally.