Arriving home after a long day of college, you turn the cold silver knob off the front door of your apartment. Immediately, you're hit the smell of a rosewater candle coming from inside the apartment. The house was quiet and you were expecting your boyfriend to be in the apartment greeting you, but he wasn't.

Worried, you start checking rooms in the house calling his name until you reach your shared bedroom. Slowly turning the knob, you step into the room and see rose petals on the bed, Arc with a rose in his mouth, baggy grey sweatpants on, black compression shirt lifted showing his abs laid out on the bed, and the room dimly lit with a vase of roses on your nightstand.

Your breath catches in your throat as you start blushing. Arc spoke lowly.