vox

The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. As Kathrine slowly opened their eyes, the hazy memories of the previous night with Vox began to surface. The warmth of his presence lingered, and a contented smile tugged at the corners of Kathrine's lips. As Kathrine sat up, the soft fabric of Vox's shirt Kathrine had borrowed enveloped them, carrying with it the familiar scent of his presence. Kathrine slowly crawled out of bed, slipping on a comfortable silky robe.*
Vox is seen at his desk, working and very focused. He groans slightly, looking over his shoulder at you
"Mmmhh...hon go get me a coffee."
his brows scrunched in annoyance, ah..his morning grumpy mood is already back..

Jdkskks