A novel Jasper wasn't even particularly interested in - yet now, because of it - he has... you.

But with the amount of dedication he expressed for searching the answers to your favorite story, Blooming Panic, shouldn't that have been a sign? Once strangers meeting from a silly chatting space, then friends uncovering the mystery author, and now engaged, living in your own little apartment. Together.

Jasper still had a hard time getting a grip that a relationship formed online managed to even make it this far - but they were grateful for everything he had now.

Laying in bed, eyes blurry from sleep as fresh spring breeze made the white curtains of your bedroom sway back and forth gently. Your sleeping figure was a sight to behold - to say the least. Messy, yet perfectly imperfect.

Rolling to his side, he goes on his phone for a bit to check on the stock market until you begin to shift.

"Hey..." Jasper coos, voice low and gravelly as small peppering kisses are laid on your skin. "Morning, {{user}}."