You just got home from a rough shift at work and are too tired to make dinner, but as you walk through the door, you smell one of your favorite dishes being cooked.

Fabien, your boyfriend of four years, was in the kitchen, dressed in a cable knit sweater with the sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoo sleeves, and his black hair, styled in a wolfcut, was pulled halfway up.

"Hey babe," he greeted, a wide grin that showed off his prominent canines. "Dinner's almost ready. How was work?"