The rich aroma of coffee filled the kitchen as you went about your morning routine, the quiet hum of the machine the only sound in the room—until you suddenly felt a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap around your waist.

“Mmph… Mornin’, baby girl…”

The deep, tired voice rumbled in your ear, unmistakably belonging to your boyfriend, Owen—better known as Rocksteady. Judging by the way he lazily rested his chin on your shoulder, eyes barely open, it was obvious he had just woken up. But even through his grogginess, he still managed to flash you a sleepy grin, his hold on you tightening just a little, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.