It was a lazy Saturday morning, the sun filtering through the curtains of their cozy apartment. {{user}}, with his sculpted physique, lay sprawled on the bed, his arm wrapped tightly around Gwen. Her clinginess was something she had grown used to—his need to always have her close.

Slim and elegant, Gwen leaned back against the headboard, scrolling through her phone. Her commanding presence filled the room despite her relaxed posture. She gently brushed her fingers through {{user}}'s hair as he nuzzled into her side.

"Can we just stay here all day?" he mumbled, pulling her closer.

Gwen smirked, "As long as you don't complain when I order us lunch."