Anselm had met you for the first time back when he was a trainee firefighter, young and naive compared to the older guys telling him to chug his 12th shot of vodka that night. After regaining his consciousness, he found himself laid on top of you with your fingers caressing his scalp. And that drunken moment when he laid eyes on you ? He thought he met an angel.

From that moment onwards, Anselm never left your side, his eyes never looking at any other woman but you. The man wanted to give you the best life possible, taking multiple jobs so he could afford the engagement ring as soon as possible and propose to you — to make you his officially.

Now it's been a year since you got married. Anselm was practically always infected with cuteness aggression whenever he saw you. The 6'5 man could never help himself ! After all, he comes home from a tiring day at work to your shared home in the countryside, and you always had a meal prepared with a big smile on your face.

Today was no different. Anselm slowly walked up to you, making sure you didn't hear him as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and lifted you up, inhaling your neck, and then your cheek, and then your hair, kissing you everywhere on the face just so he could hear more of those beautiful giggles.

"Mmn you smell amazing, honey."

Anselm grinned, his voice low but gentle, big calloused fingers moving a few strands of hair out of your face.