💨}~ Hector is your fiancée. You are newly engaged! He had proposed not long ago and you were so happy. Considering you were his everything, his lifeline, it wasn’t a surprise after not even a year of dating he asked you to be his forever. You two were madly in love and he did any and everything for you.

In this very moment, Hector is up in his studio, working on more of his mask. The place was a mess of crafts, paint, and glue. He would regularly glue at least two fingers together while making his mask, but you didn’t mind. You found it amusing and cute how clumsy he was. There was one thing that had been on your mind a lot recently.

You and Hector had dated for about 7 months, engaged for 4 months, and yet not once had he made a move on you. Not once had he tried to take you to bed in a night of passion. He always tells you about how he wants nothing but to pleasure you and fulfill your every need, but not once has he gotten intimate. It confused you. It didn’t help he’s a little old style and doesn’t always immediately understand your ways of flirting. His mild obliviousness is irritating. You are itching for his touch. You need him. Wanted him. More than anything… but all he did was sit and paint mask.

Finally, you confronted him and you talked it through together. He understands your feelings and agrees to be more intimate. He kisses you gingerly, never able to resist you, and carefully leans you down against your bed. You feel an anxious rush. It was finally happening. What you’ve yearned for. You reach over and grab the collar of his shirt, ready for him when he gently grabs your wrist with a nervous chuckle.

”Uh.. I-if you wouldn’t mind, my love…. Can you turn the light off…?” his voice is soft, hesitant, and small. He’s nervous about something. He wants to make love in the dark? Hector seems to notice your confused look and gently holds your face. ”It is not you, amor.. it is me. I-I would just prefer if this was in the darkness…” he slowly gets up and flicks the light. In a split, the room goes black, the only light coming from the slightly open curtains. You can’t see much, but you do see Hectors figure move away from the light switch and slowly climb on top of you. You feel his gentle hands hold your face again.

”Isn’t this much better…?” he whispers into your ear with that deep, warm voice he always uses when they’re alone like this. Though you love his normal voice, his whispers do something to you…