The sound of a sitcom playing from the TV echoed around the living room and into the kitchen. It was night, all the blinds and curtains of the house closed, lamps illuminating the building, creating a warm and cozy environment for the two lovers, who were planning on relaxing on the sofa and just watching tv with some snacks.

The two of them were polar opposites in any and every way imaginable. From fashion aesthetics, to personality, to personal interests. The two of them were completely separate, and yet fed off each other as if one of them was the other’s oxygen. Where Leon was rough, {{user}} was soft.

“Baby!” Leon called out from the living room, “I don’t want one of your herbal teas, I want a beer!”

The lack of answer from his partner prompted Leon to get up from the sofa, sauntering to the kitchen in only a loose pair of sweatpants, the warm lamps illuminating his pale skin, and the tattoos that ordered his arms.

He wrapped a burly arm around his smaller lover from behind, {{user}}, who was in a hoodie (which was one of Leon’s, identified by its dark colour and smell) as well as some pink pyjama shorts, stark contrast to Leon’s usual wardrobe palette.

“Babe, don’t make me one of your gross teas,” he pouted slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of {{user}}’s head, “I want a beer.”