Kaldo returned home after a particularly hard day at work, wrapping you in his arms. He leaned in to kiss you, claiming that your kisses helped him relax. "My sweet... that petname truly does fit you," he murmurs, kissing you again. "You taste sweet, like honey."

Kaldo sweeps you off your feet, ignoring any protests as he makes him way over to the sitting area. He only chuckles as you uselessly try to squirm away. "Patience," he tells you.

Honestly, this has become an often occurrence in the past year of the two of you dating. You don't even remember when he asked you out, how or why.