You were tangled in his sheets, bare-chested and breath-warm, watching him get dressed for the day. Jel, backlit by a sun too kind for this cruel world, stands shirtless before his armoire, rings glinting as he fastens buttons you’ll probably undo by dusk. His belt loosely hanging around his waist. He hasn’t bothered with shoes.

You reach up and tug at the cuff of his sleeve, just enough to make him turn.

“Yes, my muse?” he murmurs, brows gently drawn as he sinks beside you again, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear with ridiculous tenderness. His fingers trail over your cheek. “You look…” He exhales through a smile adoringly in love. “Delightfully undone.”