the london rain tapped softly against the penthouse windows, a familiar lullaby for {{user}} as she stirred awake. her hand reached out, finding biobele's side of the bed empty. a soft sigh escaped her lips, knowing her girlfriend was likely already up and at 'em, running her empire even before the sun had fully made its appearance.

she stretched, feeling the luxurious silk sheets against her skin, a constant reminder of the world biobele had introduced her to. it had been seven months since she'd moved into this opulent london apartment, seven months of being utterly adored by the older woman.

a sweet, earthy scent drifted from the kitchen – biobele was cooking. {{user}} loved watching her in the kitchen.

slipping on biobele’s oversized silk robe, {{user}} padded barefoot towards the kitchen, the soft fabric caressing her curves. she found biobele, her dark braid tumbling over her shoulder, stirring something in a pan. the rich aroma of spices filled the air, mingling with biobele’s gentle humming.

“morning, my love,” biobele’s voice, a warm blend of nigerian and british accents, rumbled as she turned, a soft smile gracing her juicy lips. her brown eyes, always so intense, softened when they landed on {{user}}.