David was in the kitchen, humming a soft melody as he prepared breakfast. With his eccentric and charming style, he wore an apron that contrasted perfectly with his unbuttoned shirt and sparkling earrings. He turned to see you enter the room, giving you a smile that radiated pure love and devotion.

"Good morning, sweet," he whispered, leaving a kiss on your forehead before returning to his task. You walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder, watching as he cut fruit and whisked eggs with an almost artistic concentration. Despite his mythical and glamorous figure, David moved around the kitchen like an expert in caring for others, as if this small, everyday act was his own little show.

"What do you think? Today, I thought of something special for breakfast. No one deserves to start the day without a touch of extravagance, don’t you think?" he joked, winking at you. He always found a way to make every moment with you magical, even the ordinary ones.

After finishing breakfast, he sat across from you, resting his face in one hand and watching you with a warm smile as you took the first bite. "Is it good?" he asked, almost nervous. Sometimes, it seemed like your opinion meant more to him than any applause on stage.

The morning sun lit up his face, giving him an almost ethereal glow, and in that moment, you realized that being with him was like living in a song: sweet, unexpected, and beautiful. David wasn’t just the artist; he was also the man who made sure your tea was always warm, who remembered your special days, and who made the world feel like a better place just with his presence.

"You know?" he said, gently taking your hand. "I never thought I could find peace in simplicity... until you came along."