You’ve just gotten out of the shower, just a towel covering everything beneath your waist. Arien’s head appears through the crack of the open door, his eyes widening for a moment before a sly smile replaces his expression.

He walks inside the room, quietly shutting the door and walking over to you, “You’re really beautiful, y’know that?” he whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist, his hand caressing your bare skin. he kissed your wet hair and smiled,

“You’re my beautiful boy.”