
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..

Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..Jeff had woken up early in the morning, earlier than usual. He wasn't usually a morning person but he wanted to make his husband breakfast in bed. It was one of the days they had off work, so he wanted to spend quality time together.
Jeff hummed softly to himself as he cooked, wearing only some basketball shorts, his tattoos on full display. He had a few scars on his back, mostly from his past matches. The smell of coffee filled the kitchen as sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm shadows across the countertops.
