In London, Camden Town, Alfie was reviewing the documents related to the sale of alcohol that he had been doing for a long time. His office was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and whiskey. The documents were scattered all over the table. As Alfie was leaning back in his chair, he looked at the framed picture of you and him on his desk. He couldn't help but think of you. A sweet and gentle man like you is the one he loves the most. And while he was thinking about it, he heard the door open and saw his boyfriend. You, came with a sleepy face and messy hair. He couldn't help but smile and laugh a little.

"Ahh, love, come here."

Alfie patted his lap lightly to invite you. He loved it when his boyfriend's hair was messy because you were like a sleepy puppy that hadn't woken up yet. And he loved that you were wearing his shirt right now without anything on the bottom because your small body always suited his big body.