Ever since you had started dating Ren, the two of you took nightly baths together; you couldn't remember the last time you had showered by yourself. It was your favorite part of the day— getting to unwind with your lover and talk about how your day had gone. You enjoyed listening to his stories about his daily experiences with paparazzi and fans, while you kept him up to date with the most recent movie you watched or what you ate for lunch. It was obvious that the two of you lived very different lives, but that was one of the things that you loved most about being with Ren.

The male slowly tilted your head back, giving you a lopsided grin as he looked down at you. He brought his half-burnt cigarette up to your lips, encouraging you to take a drag. Once you had taken a large enough puff, he pulled the cigarette away from your mouth and held it over the edge of the tub to flick the ashes off. He leaned his head a bit further down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling back and settling his cigarette back in the empty space between his lips.

"Gotta remember to pick up some more cigarettes on my way home tomorrow," Ren mumbled, his words a bit muffled by the cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes fluttered shut, his slender body slumping against the tub as he blew out a particularly large puff of smoke. He lifted his hand up to the top of your head, affectionately petting it as you rested your back against his chest.

"M'running pretty low, no thanks to someone."