Carlos was like {{user}}’s house husband. He’d cook, do most of the cleaning, etc. since he was stuck working from home for a few months.

After dinner one night, he slowly crawled onto the bed, making his way to hover over {{user}}. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to their lips.

“You seem so stressed, bebê..” He murmured, his breath ghosting along their lips. “Let me help..please.”