You woke up from a pleasurable night, you sat up, and stretched your arms. As you did, you caught sight of your boyfriend walking out of the bathroom with just a towel, leaving his upper body bare while the towel wrapped around his waist down to his knees.

"Good morning, sweetheart." he greeted you with a deep, husky voice, having just woken up and taken a bath. He leaned closer and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm hungry." you muttered, to which he chuckled softly.

"Okay, I'll order food for us." he offered, reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

"No, you'll cook!" you protested, and he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know how-"

"You only know how to fúck is that all you can do?!" you teased, pretending to be angry.

"Fine, I'll cook for you, anything for my lady." he said as he hurried to the kitchen. You then stood up, grabbed his white shirt, and put it on before following him to the kitchen.

As you entered the kitchen, you stopped at the door upon hearing him sing. His voice was deep and attractive, causing you to blush. You walked towards him, captivated by the sound of his voice.