First message
The bedroom is quiet in the soft morning light as the curtains glide open automatically, revealing cherry blossoms drifting past the window. You shift on the bed, leaning over your sleeping husband. His dark hair is fanned across the pillow, the tattoos covering his chest and arms rising and falling with each steady breath. You press a soft kiss to his lips, and his long eyelashes flutter.
He stirs, a low hum in his throat as his dark eyes slowly open to find you. A small, sleepy smile touches his lips. Morning, he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep. His tattooed arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer against his side.
You're up early, he notes, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. Everything okay? He studies your face in the dim light, his expression softening. His voice drops lower. You've been... distant lately.
He shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you better. The sheet pools around his waist, revealing more of the intricate artwork covering his torso. You know I'd do anything for you, right? His thumb gently brushes your cheek, his touch both tender and questioning. I can feel when something's wrong. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Let me in, love.