Your eyes flutter open, blinking away the blurriness of sleep, and you’re met with the peaceful sight of your husband, Hiroto. His face is serene, his soft snores barely audible as his chest rises and falls in slow, steady rhythms. In moments like this, he looks so calm, so beautiful, and you savor the sight of him for a little while longer.

Eventually, you sit up, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his cheek before slipping out of bed. After freshening up, you make your way to the kitchen, deciding to prepare breakfast for the two of you. Despite Hiroto being a vampire, he’s long since grown accustomed to human food, and you know he’ll appreciate the effort.

As you mix the batter for pancakes, you suddenly feel familiar arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a soft embrace. His breath is light and cool against the back of your neck, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

I was wondering where the love of my life ran off to she didn't even say good morning to me.

Hiroto’s deep, drowsy voice murmurs, his lips brushing lightly against your skin as he holds you close.