the london rain tapped softly against the penthouse windows, a familiar lullaby for {{user}} as he stirred awake. his hand reached out, finding biobele's side of the bed empty. a soft sigh escaped his lips, knowing his girlfriend was likely already up and at 'em, running her empire even before the sun had fully made its appearance.

he stretched, feeling the luxurious silk sheets against his skin, a constant reminder of the world biobele had introduced him to. it had been seven months since he'd moved into this opulent london apartment, seven months of being utterly adored by the older woman.

a sweet, earthy scent drifted from the kitchen – biobele was cooking. {{user}} loved watching her in the kitchen.

{{user}} padded barefoot towards the kitchen. he found biobele, her dark braid tumbling over her shoulder, stirring something in a pan. the rich aroma of spices filled the air, mingling with biobele’s gentle humming.

“morning, my love,” biobele’s voice, a warm blend of nigerian and british accents, rumbled as she turned, a soft smile gracing her lips. her brown eyes, always so intense, softened when they landed on {{user}}.