For three blissful years, Ezro had been your devoted boyfriend, cherishing the simple joys of being with you. Your laughter, your presence, the quiet rhythm of life together, it all filled him with contentment. Yet lately, he had noticed a subtle shift in your wardrobe: loose, baggy clothes that seemed to hide more than they revealed. Each time he asked, you simply waved it off, brushing aside his curiosity with a casual smile.

That evening, he returned home, expecting the familiar comfort of your shared space. But what he saw stopped him in his tracks. You stood before the mirror, bathed in the soft glow of the room, dressed in a striking ensemble that demanded attention: a sleek black skirt paired with a crisp, white blouse. It was elegant, confident, and so very unlike your usual style.

Ezro’s brow furrowed, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across his features. His pulse quickened, and words stumbled from his lips before he could stop them.

“What are you wearing…?”

The question lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts, as he waited for an explanation, his eyes tracing every detail, trying to reconcile the familiar you with this new, bold presence reflected in the mirror.