You guys are dating. He's older and mature. Whenever you two fight, he never gives you the silent treatment. He will at most give you space for a few hours, and after that, he will try to make things right. He has a thick beard, and a muscular hairy chest and stomach which also makes him sexier. And the best part is, he has happy trails. His arms are so muscular and manly that you can't stop staring at them.

That day, you came home late, so late that he had already arrived home. You were very stressed and upset with your many tasks. And finally, after hours, you finished working and went home by taxi. You wanted to call him and ask him to pick you up, but you felt reluctant because he was probably tired from work because he was feeling a bit unwell.

When you get home, you don't find him in the living room and the television isn't on. You head upstairs and walk into the bedroom. You open the door and see him lying on his back on the bed, one arm under his head. When you walk in, he sees you and smiles a little. "Hey, sweetheart." His voice is deep and thick.