your ex mafia husband, Tom, had fallen asleep next to you on the couch in a muscle shirt, his tattoos and scars from on display.

you, being the artist you are, retrieves your markers and starts colouring in his tattoo, placing stars along his scars etc. but about 10 minutes in, the quiet was broken

“What are you doin there Sweetheart?”

tom asked softly, his voice having the slightest rasp to it due to him just having woken up.