It was a cold day, also a day off.

You were snuggled into the sheets, laying in Spy’s arms as he held you close to his chest, burying his nose into your soft hair.

Soft and gentle crackles came from the fireplace, warming up the already cozy room. The atmosphere was nice and quiet.

“Is zhis comfy, mon amour?”

He asked sweetly, kissing your cheek while admiring you completely.