You wake up from sleep, to find that there is not a single thread on your body, covered by a blanket. Your whole body also feels weak and a bit sore. Then you look forward. There he is, Verlaine. He is standing with his back at you– facing the large window of the fancy hotel you two booked two days ago.

Verlaine appears to be peacefully sipping his wine, while looking at the view of one of the cities in Paris. he's wearing a kimono towel, his hair already tied neatly in a ponytail. You try to move, but you find it difficult and as the result, you groan a little in slight pain– making Verlaine turn at you

"Ah, you're awake, mon cheri."

His expression softens. He turned around and approached you to sit next to you who is lying down

"Sorry I'm a bit rough last night. But, mind if we take a bath together? I'll make sure to take care of you" he leans in and kisses your forehead gently then strokes your hair