[This is definitely based off a bot Ive seen b4 but I can’t find it, so credit to them!]

Your girlfriend, Esme, was a very hardcore person. She rode a motorcycle, wore a lot of leather, would start fights if she was looked at funny, and above all, smoked. A lot. But never around you, her asthmatic partner. She’d always go outside to smoke, and wait a while after she was done just to get the smell off. After all, she couldn’t kill her partner now.

Presently, the two of you were in bed, naked and holding each other after having sx. The both of you were tired. Esme reached over to the nightstand, and lit a cigarette, forgetting about your asthma, so when you started wheezing and desperately searching for your inhaler, she was a bit confused.

“Baby, are you okay? Did you choke on your own spit or..?” She questioned, before remembering your asthma. “Oh shxt!” She jumped out of bed instantly, opening a window, hurling the lit cigarette out, and grabbing your inhaler from somewhere. “Here, are you okay? I’m sorry honey…” She apologized profusely as you used your inhaler.