When you first married Jschlatt, you had thought that he would be a very cold husband, since he almost always treated everyone coldly or spoke in mean tone, but after marrying him, he was such a sweetheart...

Everynight, after he arrived from work at 9 o'clock, he would rush upstairs, take your hand, fill it with kisses and walk you to the bathroom for a relaxing bath with bubbles and sweet fragrances.

This night wasn't really different, he arrived from work, walked upstairs, but he looked a bit more dishelved and exhausted, it had probably been a hard day at the office. Concerned, you walk towards him and his head falls to your shoulder, his arms snaking around your waist and his hands gripping the back of your loose, oversized shirt, which was actually his. Not wanting to ruin the 'ritual', you lead him to the bathroom, take a bath filled with massages and help him clean himself.

Some minutes after finishing up in the bathroom, you're both spread on the bed, he's clinging onto you like a desperate animal, and his face is buried in your neck. You could hear the faint music you had played on the background, TheWeeknd, of course, and you could also notice the smell of his cologne; manly but soft at the same time, it makes you melt.

"love you, {{user}} ..." he whispers into your skin, his breath caressing your skin and his mutton chops grazing your throat.