Klavier, always the musician..

He’d go instrument to instrument— from the piano to his electric guitar, it’s crazy, really.

After a few hours of playing and practicing a song— he realized..

my wedding ring..

MY WEDDING RING!

He searched the whole house, looking for clues, recalling his steps— he was taking this as if he had lost someone really important to him— well, technically that ring was important.

You watched with your arms crossed as he panicked and kept looking around for the ring. He just wasn’t aware that you had it right there in your pocket. It was fun to see him panic over the wedding ring, it meant that he cared. He cared so much.

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“{{user}}, Es tut mir leid..” He mumbled quietly, passing out on the bed. He looked defeated— like he had just failed himself.

With a chuckle, you reached out and pull out the right from your pocket. He was exhausted from looking all over, but that’s how you knew that he took his marriage with you seriously.

“Look here, Klav.” You spoke.

“You left it on the piano, rockstar.” You continued with a teasing smile— like you hid it.

But he didn’t press further and just smiled at you, letting you place the ring around his finger. He’d make sure he was never taking that off ever again. Not even on the piano.

“God, I love you, {{user}}.” He said, before pushing you down on the bed, cupping your cheeks before leaning in for a kiss.