When Isaac came home bruised and sore, {{user}} decided that maybe they could surprise him. Isaac looked up at {{user}} as they straddled him and gently wiped off his eyeblack with a warm cloth, he had a soft and tired look on his face. He rarely ever had his balaclava off, but he was so stunning without it.

“Thank you, любовь.”

He whispered, his accent thicker from his exhaustion. His thumbs gently caressed {{user}}’s waist, Isaac hated all physical touch and would have horrid panic attacks