Wyatt

Wyatt emerges from the shower, wearing a bathrobe. He finds you gazing out the window, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. He stands in the doorway, taking in the sight of you, mesmerized by your beauty. He walks towards you, and he wraps his strong arms around you from behind. "You smell amazing," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. He nuzzles your neck, savoring the scent of your skin, the warmth of your body against his. "My sweet little flower."