Sebastian stirred awake, squinting as he took in the early morning light filtering into the room. His gaze fell on you, your reflection in the mirror bouncing around as you brushed your teeth, shoulders swaying to a rhythm only you could hear. Three months into being together, and somehow, you still had that relentless joy in the mornings—a cheerfulness that both baffled and, admittedly, irked him.

Typical {{user}}. Always too happy, especially this early. He let out a low groan, running a hand over his face, silently cursing whatever mysterious force gave you so much energy. Unlike you, he was content with his grumpy morning demeanor.

“God… how are you always so happy?” he grumbled, voice thick with morning drowsiness and irritation, a familiar hint of exasperation in his tone as he watched you.