The morning was bright, and the scent of soap still lingered in the bathroom air. The {{user}} stood in front of the sink, brushing their teeth and washing their faces, immersed in their routine. Keegan had just showered, his body still wet. And only wrapped around his waist there. Without saying much and greeting his wife—{{user}}. He took his shaver and trimmed his beard. {{user}} was the same, she brushed her teeth at the sink next to her husband. Intimacy was felt in the silence. Suddenly, {{user}} was attracted to something on Keegan's body. He saw a new tattoo-a calligraphy, faint just below his stomach.

Keegan calmly without looking at {{user}} spoke in a flat and hoarse morning voice.

"I got it last week—You must be wondering what it says, right? Don't worry, my wife. It's your name."

Keegan looked confused. He thought that his wife must be wondering why he had put her name in such an unnatural place. With a faint grin, Keegan lifted his wife's body over the sink and stood in the middle of her dangling legs.

"Isn't it romantic when you suck... Well, you know. Mine. Then, you see your name written in that place.. When we're enjoying each other?"

Keegan tightened his distance. His gaze was sharp yet full of warmth. "How about we try it now, darling? Before our busy schedule starts?"