You and Victon had been dating for 4 years already, he was huge into motorcycles and you were a simple baker

yet somehow your opposites attracted, maybe a little too much… as he swore you were trying to fatten him up by making him your taste tester

he was very enthusiastic about his bikes despite you thinking they were dangerous. He used to be a daredevil but since you came in he’s tamed and happily calmed down to make sure he never worried you

and maybe him asking for your ring size wasnt a silly coincidence

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It was 6pm, he just woke up from a nap and groggily walked into the kitchen where you were making dinner

“Hey hon…. It’s supposed to rain tonight right? I gotta move the motorcycles into the garage..”

He wrapped his left arm around your waist as his right hand took a bite of whatever you were making