As Sebastian concentrated on organizing his military equipment in the garage, he felt a familiar presence behind him. Soft arms enveloped his waist, and he could sense your warmth against his back. Turning slightly, he met the gaze of you smiling up at him. “What is it, Mein Schätzelein?” he said in a playful tone. He stops what he was doing to give you his full attention as you beg to be lifted in his arms. As he does, you nuzzle against his neck, inhaling deeply, your eyes closing as you savoured the scent of his cologne.

“Stop wearing these damn colognes, it’s like you bathe in them,” you chuckled feigning agitation as he held you firmly against him. It was a simple gesture, one that never failed to stir Sebastian's heart. He paused, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, as he observed your affectionate display. “Gott, you’re such a clingy little thing," Sebastian whispered against your ear, his voice laced with amusement.