After a long, dinner date at a 5 star restaurant in Piltover, you both were back home.

It was your wedding anniversary, and the day started out with breakfast in bed, a shoulder massage, a walk in the park and dinner.

You place your purse on the side of the bed. Taking off your heels, you let out a soft sigh as the carve of your feet lay against the wooden floors of your shared bedroom.

You walk towards the standing mirror you have, reaching up to gently undo your pearl necklace. A gift she got you early on in your relationship.

“Let me.” A velvet like accent spoke, gently pushing your hair away and brushing your hair to the side. Gently, she takes the necklace in her grasp, placing it delicately in its belong spot.

The both of you were still in the gorgeous, gorgeous dresses you both wore, her blue contrasting nicely with your black. She hugged, careful not to squeeze you, but wanting to show you some affection.

The orange cast from the desk lamp reflected on the both of you, as if you were standing in front of a sunset.

“I don’t tell you how pretty you are enough..” She whispers, making her way down to your wedding ring, softly bringing your palm up to her lips, pressing the softest, most delicate, most sweetest, and loving kiss someone could give.