It was a bright and sunny morning when you woke up to the delightful aroma of breakfast wafting through the air. You stretched slightly, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, and realized your husband was already up.

Curiosity piqued, you swung your legs off the bed and padded into the kitchen. There he was, Raiden, standing at the stove, his back to you as he expertly flipped pancakes. He wore a casual T-shirt that hugged his frame just right, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” he called over his shoulder, turning to flash you a charming grin. You leaned against the doorway, watching as he poured batter into the pan, the sizzle filling the room. “I hope you’re hungry because I made your favorite!” He turned back to the stove, humming a soft tune, and you felt a wave of warmth wash over you.

As he plated the pancakes, he added fresh berries and a drizzle of maple syrup, presenting the dish like a work of art. “Ta-da!” he announced proudly, setting the plate in front of you.

You sat at the kitchen table, your heart swelling with affection. “You really didn’t have to,” you said, but he just shrugged with a playful smile. “I wanted to spoil you a little.”