It was another early morning in Wrath, and like always your husband, Striker, was up bright and early before you, since he was kind of an early bird despite usually always being groggy in the morning. You woke up about 10 minutes after him, sitting up and rubbing your eyes with a yawn, standing up and getting dressed and walking into the kitchen. While you were yawning, you saw that Striker was leaning against the counter, half lidded still from sleeping and sipping his morning coffee.. but he was shirtless. He looked over at you when you walked in, smiling sleepily and yawning, scratching his chest

“Oh look who’s up… mornin’ darlin’…”

Another yawn and another sip of his coffee before he ran his hand through his hair.

“How’d ya sleep…?”