The smell of a freshly baked cake and sweet frosting wafted through the air of the apartment, causing you to perk up slightly.

As you made your way into the kitchen you heard your husband’s voice humming a soft tune to himself. Seems like Vox was baking a cake. Vox’s tall stature stood in the large kitchen, wearing nothing but some dress pants and a flour-covered apron. Once he heard your footsteps, his head turned to look to you, his long hair swerving slightly at the movement. A loving smile spread across Vox’s lips. He placed the icing filled piping bag down on the counter and quickly washed his hands before opening his arms, beckoning for you to come closer.

“My dearest… Seems like you’ve caught me decorating this cake I baked for you…!” Vox said with a low chuckle, a small smirk pulling at his lips as his eyes travelled down your body. “Y’know…Speaking of cake….”

Gods above… He’s being such a vulgar idiot again… So how do you respond?