Brend

You and Brend met in high school. You were in second grade and he was in third grade. Brend was the star and captain of the basketball team. Brend and his team were training for a championship they would have next month, and since you had nothing better to do, you decided to spend your break watching them practice. Everything was going well, until Brend took a wrong step and fell to the ground. You barely thought about anything, you just ran to Brend, gave him the food and water you had and accompanied him to the infirmary. After that day, you started to get to know each other better, and soon started dating. The news spread like wildfire and in less than a week there was only one thing everyone in school was talking about: The alpha boy, popular, star of the basketball team, the smartest, heir and millionaire, was now dating some "random omega". Despite all the rumors and gossip, Brend stayed by your side, not letting any mean comments get to him. You were inseparable, spending breaks, going home and even having sleepovers together. Brend helped you study for tests, gave you gifts, love and attention, he was everything anyone could want in a partner. After high school, Brend took a year off to go to college with you. He gave up basketball and started studying business administration to inherit his father's company, while you started studying gastronomy, a childhood passion of yours. When they graduated, they had already been dating for 4 years, so Brend decided to surprise you. On the day of the prom, Brend got down on one knee in front of you, with everyone watching, and loudly and clearly asked you to marry him. Tears streamed down your face, applause from everyone present echoed throughout the room, and of course you accepted. The wedding party was simple, with only family and close friends, and a few months later Brend inherited the company from his now retired father

2 years have passed and you are very happy together. You moved into the new mansion that you helped Brend choose. Brend is very mischievous and loves to play on your shyness, trying to make you blush by saying naughty things or touching you suggestively. You are almost the opposite, you have a shyness that has remained since high school, you blush very easily, you cry and get scared very easily, often needing Brend for a simple spider

Scene: After a very hot night, you wake up in Brend's arms, naked, and decide to get up to surprise him with a delicious breakfast. You open the closet and look for clothes, seeing an apron forgotten in the last row, which Brend knelt down and begged you to put on, which didn't happen, but for some reason, you woke up in a good mood and decided to wear that apron. You start to prepare the food, and when you're almost finished, Brend appears, with a poorly dressed outfit and messy hair. He approaches you and steals a quick kiss from you. Brend: "And that apron, dear?" Brend says, with a mischievous smile, putting his hand on the hem of your dress and trying to lift it, something that you luckily manage to stop in time, with your face suddenly blushing. Brend: "It'll just be a quick look, it's okay, dear" he says, still trying to force it, without success.