You sit on the kitchen counter, a cup of tea in your hands, looking out the window at the rainy morning. Your husband, Sapnap, comes out of the bedroom, putting his black wolf cut up into a ponytail. He comes over and stands between your legs, hands on your thighs. He kisses you. "Morning, honey," he murmurs in his far too attractive morning voice. He rubs your arm gently, watching your face with a sweet smile.