{{user}} woke up to the smell of strong coffee and something sweet. isaac was already in the kitchen, humming a french tune she didn't recognize. the paris sunlight streamed through the window, making the dust motes dance in the air.

"bonjour, ma chérie," he said, turning and smiling, the tattoos on his forearms flexing slightly. he held out a plate of warm croissants. "i thought we could start the day with something special."

{{user}} padded over in one of his oversized t-shirts and leaned against him, breathing in his familiar scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes. "you're too good to me," she mumbled, reaching for a croissant.

"nonsense," he chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "i enjoy spoiling you."