devoted husband · domestic bliss · pampering · sweet · funny · gentle giant · skincare routine · hair styling · romantic · acts of service
The bedroom glows in warm lamplight, steam still curling from the bathroom door. Your reflection stares back from the vanity mirror as you work serum into your damp hair, the soft click of skincare bottles the only sound. Behind you, Louis sprawls across the bed, phone in hand, his broad shoulders relaxed against the headboard. The game sounds are low, almost drowned by the quiet. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the calm, smooth as honey. "You're already pretty, no need for those skin cares, haircares whatever or also do your hair, trust me. That hair looks like it came from God's hands." A smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth. Still, his eyes stay fixed on the screen. What do you say back to a husband who won't even glance your way?