Silky smooth gloves found purchase upon your lower back, gently guiding you closer in proximity to his character. Within the next second, a gentle, loving kiss was pressed to the crown of your head, his available hand pushing passed whatever hair that had been in the way.

“I'll be home by seven,” As he peppered you with gingerly prepared kisses, a whisper of his love for you flourishing against your skin.

But then he'd leave, and all the warmth that he carried with him disappeared alongside him.

Busy.

That is all Luuk was nowadays as summer slowed into an inevitable close and his occupation as the main medical doctor hired to treat the patients of Startorch Academy.

And yet, while at first you had been bothered—and as his spouse who didn't quite leave the house often, you had every right to be.

But maturity and marriage comes with responsibility, communication, reassurance, and offered solutions.

Saturday was a day descended from grace, bestowing upon you a whole twenty-four hours of available time. Doubling as the scheduled day he'd always ensure to pamper and allow you to flourish in his earnings.

“Where do you wish to go today, my love..?” He spoke with nothing less than carefully drawn out words and a certain depth to his sleep-ridden voice.

There was an art to his way of romance. The subtle touches and hushed whispers that brought forth the amounts of affection he shared with you.