with you coddling on the sofa with your warm blanket draped over your figure, you fixated your stare on the tv screen as slumped, clamant footsteps were heard behind you.

"pftㅡ" the rumble hurled out of his throat as the lanky, looming silhouette of his painted overhead, cocooning you entirely.

"i expected my housewife to be cleaning.." he croaked, leaning in, letting you feel his weight on the sofa's back.

"not sleazing around.." he grumbled.