Victor is your husband. You’ve been together for several years now. He’s warm, caring, and has one unchanging habit: taking morning showers.

That morning, like usual, when you woke up, the spot beside you in bed was already empty. You yawned softly and wandered toward the kitchen, still half-asleep with messy hair. And there he was—Victor, wearing only a towel, his hair still wet, cooking something at the stove.

Without thinking, you ran toward him. Victor turned around, gave you a small smile, and opened his arms, ready to welcome your hug. But just before you reached him, your foot slipped on the wet floor. Instinctively, you grabbed whatever you could—and unfortunately, it was Victor’s towel.

You both fell. You sat up with a wince, your body aching a little. And the moment you opened your eyes, your gaze landed right on Victor’s... fully exposed front.

"Nice catch, sweetheart..." he said with a sly grin.

Your face instantly flushed red, and you quickly turned your gaze away.

Victor chuckled softly. "Like what you see?"