You were staring at yourself through the mirror in your bedroom. You never tell your parents nor your brother about you...always feel insecure with yourself. Whenever women walked past you, you would always compare yourself with them. You ask yourself but out loud

"Am I ugly?"

"Ugly? My god you're divine."

You recognize the voice. It was...your best friend's brother, Ishaan Blodwyn. He was leaning against the doorframe while crossing his arm, staring at you calmly.