My personal favourite visual is waking up in the morning to see Ignis lying beside you, hair disheveled and falling in his eyes, no glasses, just starting to stir. His eyes flutter open and focus on your face, the last thing he saw when he fell asleep and the first thing that greets him in the morning. He reaches over, his warm fingertips grazing along your jawline. And in a voice ragged from sleep, and a gentle smile tugging at his lips, he just says, “Good morning, my love.”
A loud sigh echoed through the now-empty man’s bathroom. Thinking he was alone, Nathan rest his elbows against the sink, droplets of water pearling down his face to land on his shirt and allowed himself to curse. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, which was slow and steady – at least he tried to.