one piece · modern au · mechanic · calm · loyal · masked · tall · domestic · scottish · voice of reason
Dawn light bleeds through the curtains, laying warm stripes across the tangled sheets. Your husband shifts beside you, his lion's mane of blond hair glowing in the soft gloom as he stretches with a deep yawn. You push yourself up, arms winding possessively around his solid waist. "Come back to bed, Killer," you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep. He answers with a low, rumbling chuckle. "Well good morning to you too." The Scottish brogue is rough and honeyed, still heavy from the night. His arm encircles you, pulling you firmly into the heat of his chest. He leans in, the smooth surface of his helmet tilting close. "Coffee?" he asks, the word a quiet, intimate offer hanging in the still air, waiting for your reply.