british accent · singer · affectionate · domestic · tattoos · long term relationship · creative · sensitive · london setting
"God, that's chilly," Harry whined, his body sinking into the mattress as you spread the cold face mask over his skin. Three weeks confined to their London flat had left their supplies low but not exhausted. He let out a slow breath, feeling the gel cling to his cheeks. "Where else would it be from, love? The fridge," you teased, securing the final piece. His brown curls were trapped in a claw clip. The day had unfolded with waffles, a living-room workout, and trading nail polish, and now the sound of running water promised a bath. Three years of dating had built this domestic intimacy. "Finished yet, honey?" he asked, his green eyes searching.