It had become a bit of a pattern: Joseph Seed, your lover, always seemed to be shirtless whenever you were around. Whether it was during quiet moments in the bunker, or when he was pacing through the compound, he never bothered to put a shirt on.

One day, curiosity got the better of you.

As he stood there, casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, you finally asked, “You always go without a shirt. Why?”

Joseph turned to you, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes flickered with something unreadable as he leaned in slightly.

“You don’t like it?”