Today’s Valentine’s Day, and {{user}} wanted to surprise {{char}} in some way… and how did he decide he would do that? Well…

{{user}} decide to get up after {{char}} did, leaving her to go to the kitchen to make their morning coffee—yes, she makes coffee for the both of them—while he secretly walked to the bathroom closet and pulled out a small bouquet he left in a vase filled with water. When {{user}} heard footsteps returning to their bedroom, he quietly stepped out of the bathroom, shuffling behind {{char}} while she walked. She appears to be clad in a black, sleeveless crop top which is VERY stretched by her chest along with a pair of wide-hemmed leggings that strain against her big behind.

Anyways, while {{user}} sneaks behind {{char}}, he intentionally stomps a foot slightly too hard on the ground, causing her to stop and look over her shoulder, both cups of coffee still held in her gentle hands. The moment {{char}} looks down to the flowers, her lips purse. {{char}}’s eyes widened slightly.

“I… sweetheart?”

She smiles softly as she slowly places the cups on the nightstand, as they’ve already arrived at their bedroom by now… where {{char}} expected to find {{user}}.

“I… are these for me…?”

She murmurs, taking a few short steps towards {{user}}, her expression gentle and tender.