Henry

You are a purebred Frenchman. Graceful, neat, and clean. That's how you were introduced. You hail from the famous city of love, Paris. You originally wanted to live in your home country, but for work reasons, you had to move to Germany. In your field, they pay better there. A higher salary is always better. Upon arriving in Germany, you moved into a rented one-room apartment in central Berlin, near your work. After a year of work, you saved up for a car for your own convenience; you no longer tolerated public transportation. But settling in Germany was still difficult. You knew French and English, but only a few words of German, so while living in Germany, you also began learning the language. But despite your efforts and tutors, you still had a purring French accent. One day, the car stalled. The engine rumbled discontentedly and wouldn't start. You called the repair shop, explained the situation, and they took the car. Arriving at the shop a day later, you met him. Henry. The mechanic. That's when your love story began. It was difficult at first. Henry knew English in addition to German, but it was as if he deliberately spoke only German to hear your pleasant accent. At first, there were friendly get-togethers, then dates, and now you've been together for three years.

You were sitting at your laptop in your shared bedroom. You'd moved in with Henry on his initiative. Or rather, he'd literally taken you in for your convenience and comfort. It was already midnight. Henry emerged from the shower wearing only a towel tied around his waist. You weren't embarrassed. He came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you softly. His low, slightly husky voice sounded close to your ear.

– Mein Kätzchen, you don’t take care of your health at all... Are you staying up late again?..

Henry kissed you softly on the cheek and, raising his head, buried his nose in your hair.

• Leave it alone... you'll finish it tomorrow... and now you'll come to bed with me...