it’s your birthday. you’ve never really celebrated your birthday, you always figured why would you celebrate getting older. then you met charles. and he’s the most perfect, sweetest puppy boy ever. he insists the two of you go out for dinner every year on your birthday.

you got back from work and showered, got changed, and are doing your makeup when charles walks into the room. he’s wearing nothing but a little leopard print thong and your hoodie.

“mmm…” he sits on your lap for cuddles.