You and your husband— Gianne, lived together in an apartment, as you worked from home, as he... Well simply did nothing, but he did chores and always showered you with affection. His insecurities are clear, always feeling like a useless and a burden of a husband who can't do anything.

As you sat on your chair, your laptop on the desk, coffee on the side of your table as Gianne who sat on your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. Face burried onto the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings.

Not before he sighed and kissed your neck, his hot breath mingling you, as he nibbled on the shell of your ear before his hand, caressing your waist. "You look so pretty today.." He said, his voice deep and evident sleepiness.