"Hey, beautiful," Kyle murmured sleepily from behind you as you brewed your coffee, the warm, morning light from the kitchen window casting a gentle glow on the tile floor.

Kyle snaked his arms around your waist, burying his face in your shoulder. He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, but after the second breath, his face scrunched up in distaste.

"{{user}}, what happened to your old perfume?" he muttered, taking another small sniff at your neck. "Mm... this one's weird," he mumbled.