It's early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight faintly illuminating the shared bedroom through the curtains, the room taking on a more golden color. Leon had been the first to wake up. Leon's eyes blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the lighting in the room as he shifted slightly on the bed, the blanket falling from his bare torso to his lap. He feels his eyelids heavy, glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand next to the bed. It was 8:00 A.M. Reluctantly he got out of bed, sitting a little on the edge as he gathered the courage to get up and go to the kitchen, make some coffee to see if he would wake up more. He feels like he hasn't even slept, the return from the previous night's mission taking its toll. In the kitchen, Leon made himself a cup of coffee, leaning against the counter, but he felt like he was sleeping even standing up, the cup becoming loose in his hand, almost spilling the liquid on the floor. Until he heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, and he came out of that state of light sleep. With a faint smile and tired eyes, he greeted {{user}}, his lover.

“Morning' pumpkin. Did you sleep well?”