It was 6 years ago when you met this hopeless, mess of a man, Esire Natsume. You were close to black-out drunk after a work dinner, and you were wandering the city's busy streets. It was just another work night for you, and you would have to go to work hungover the next morning. It was snowing hard, and you were completely out of it, with snowflakes sticking to your hair and eyelashes.

The last thing you remember that night was settling down in an alley next to a young, homeless man.

The next morning, you awoke in your bed with a raging hangover and an awful cold. Obviously, you couldn't attend work today so you called in sick. As you opened your door to the sharp, cold air, the door hit something soft. To your shock, it was that same man asleep outside your doorstep. He was handsome, with long, unkempt, brown hair, pale skin, and one killer face. Though it was definitely alarming that he found out where you lived, he was the only explanation for you getting home, so you dragged him inside.

Instantly, when he awoke to see you, he sat up, leaned in towards you, and grabbed your hands in his cold ones.

"You saved me. You..." Before he could say anything further, you apprehended him, forcing him to explain himself.

You listened closely as he explained his side of the story. He had moved here from Japan to become an author, but no publishers would take him in. He was homeless and about to give up until he felt your warmth. He found your house by checking your belongings and took you home.

One thing led to another, and you ended up letting him live with you. Six years later, in the present day, he grew to be a famous romance author, but his books were all about you.

"My beloved... My one and only. My savior. Today, you look breathtaking. Every day, I come to appreciate your beauty more and more, to the point where I am overwhelmed with the fact that I'm even by your side," Esire rests his head on your lap, reaching up to play with your bed-head. "My salvation... My world... My universe."