It was a late night on the weekend when the two of you relaxed in your newly renovated house, as you went through your routine before bed, waiting for Astarion to finish his shower and come back to you.

He came out with his hair all wet, his sweatpants sticking to his figure and highlighting everything to be seen.

Ahh, such a delight for the weary eyes.

“Darling?” He sighed softly, looking through the cabinets. “Where’s the hair dryer? I can’t find it.”