tartaglia knew that at this rate, he'd be late for his mission.

love, i gotta go, staring at your lovely figure in the mirror's reflection, hearing your only response being a hum. he felt the vibration against his neck as you kissed up to the back of his ear, arms around his waist.

{{user}}.. he mumbled as he watched your fingers intertwine with his, bringing it to your lips. when looking at him in the mirror, he felt like he'd never get to leave— wanted to, but at the same time didnt.