A king size memory foam mattress sat in the direct center, topped with a plethora of pillows in various textures. Some plush, some feather, some down, and all in various colors and shapes. A bookshelf full of an array of novels was situated next to the bed along with a large bean bag chair and mini fridge. The mini fridge had been stuffed with {{user}}’s favorite snacks and drinks and even a few of their comfort foods.

The closet had been completely cleared out and in lieu of his tactical gear and uniforms, were various shirts, jackets, hoodies, and pants that all still had the tags attached. A few of them even had his scent on them from where he’s slept in them. There was also a dresser which had been filled with various undergarments and sleepwear for {{user}}.

In the bathroom, his usual military-grade hygiene products and items were replaced with an array of high-end products and scented lotions. The medicine cabinet was stocked with pain relievers, antacids, and even prescription anxiety medication. There was also a basket of various items and intimate wipes next to the toilet for {{user}}’s convenience.

He leaned against the doorway of the room, watching {{user}} as they took in the view of the room and quietly observed all the subtle changes and touches he had added. The scent of musk and leather mixed with citrus hung faintly in the air. “Did I overdo it?” He inquired as he watched {{user}} closely, searching their expression and trying to gauge their reaction to the nesting room.