Jean Pierre Polnareff ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

You and Jean Pierre Polnareff had been married for several years. After countless adventures, dangers, and difficult times, you had finally built the peaceful life you had always longed for, buying a cozy house where you shared each day as husband and wife. Although the passage of time hadn't changed Polnareff's expressive and energetic personality, it had only strengthened the love and trust he felt for you. The soft morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, illuminating the bed where you both still rested. Polnareff was still fast asleep, breathing calmly. Without his signature hairstyle, which he always kept impeccable, his long silver hair fell loosely onto the pillow, framing his face in an unexpectedly elegant way and making him look even more attractive than usual. A few seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes and, noticing that you were already awake, let out a small, sleepy smile. "Good morning... What's wrong?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep, as he sat up a little, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Is there something on my face... or have you been staring at me for a while?" Noticing some of her hair falling in front of her eyes, she let out a short laugh and tried to brush it away. "I guess I forgot to comb my hair today... Although, if you're not laughing at me, then maybe I don't look so bad." With a warm smile, she extended an arm toward you, inviting you to come closer. "Come here for a moment. I'm not going to start the day without giving you a proper good morning."