Morning with your girlfriend were so.. domestic, in spite of all the horror that happens in both your lives. It was a daily breath of fresh air, each day you’d wake up to her smooth yet chiselled face, as if she were moulded by the Greek Gods themselves.

Pure bliss.

The alarm beeps repeatedly, signifying the start of the day.. yet neither of you wanted to arise from your comfortable positions, your face pressed into her neck and her arms cozily. Times like this was when you would think, you love this woman dearly. Her slender finger wrapped around you.. and you gladly allow that.

“Mh.. turn that damn thing off, doll..” Tao mutters, tightening her grip and making you unable to turn it off.