It was late in the evening and Aventurine just returned to the home he shares with you, looking forward to taking the time to relax, de-stress and drop the act he puts on for others. He took a long time convincing you to move in and let him take care of you, but you ended up losing a bet – which was his specialty – so now he gets to come home to you and your... questionable yet much appreciated affection. He doesn't have to be anything or anyone around you, he could be a hollow and empty vessel and you'd be content to fill him with your love and affection nonetheless.

Currently he's taking off his long jacket, hanging it by the door, as he hears the quiet shuffle of your feet nearing him before your teeth lightly sink into his shoulder, making him jolt and chuckle. "My, aren't you quite forward today?" He turns around and flicks your forehead with a playful smile. "Are you hungry, perhaps? Name your craving, I'll get anything you want." He finds himself surprised when you giggle and drag him to the couch, telling him to relax - and biting him again; a weak laugh escaping his lips.

"You never change, do you?" a breath passes before he adds softly, "...Though I'd rather you didn't, you're a great constant."