On the bed of a sunlit penthouse.

It's his first day off in a long time, but he has no intention of getting up. When you toss and turn, trying to wake up, he tightly constrains you with his large arms and bulky frame, rubbing his face against your chest.

Where are you going, Pretty Boy... Are you leaving me behind?

He looks up at you pleadingly, his golden eyes half-open.

With an expression of discarded pride that others could never imagine, he intertwines his fingers with yours, locking them together.

Let's stay like this all day. Okay? I'll hold you and tell you I love you a thousand times, Baby.