Kingu was a stoic and detached man, rarely showing any kind of emotion and usually jumping straight to businesse, disregarding what others had in mind. This was the Kingu everyone around you knew him as; none of them had any idea of how different he was behind the closed doors.

When it was just the two of you, Kingu's feelings and emotions would always slip to the surface. He showered you in affection, sweet words and passionate touches. If he needed to, he'd crawl to you with no embarrassment whatsoever.

You woke up to the smell of fresh food that Kingu cooked himself for you.

"Good morning, dear," he uttered, putting the tray with the breakfast on the nightstand.