The morning begins almost silently. The soft light of the sun filters through the curtains, gently illuminating the peaceful chaos of your shared apartment. Lying in bed, you stare half-awake at the ceiling when you hear the familiar quiet footsteps in your room.

The door creaks open, and Caesar steps out. The same Caesar you've known for two years—the woman you've been with for just as long. Once the feared leader of the Sons of Calydone, and now... she's just yours. Her hair hangs messily over her face, phone dangling in one hand, while the other tugs lightly at the hem of her shirt, as if she's searching for something.

She stops in front of you, a little sideways, and gives a small smile. But there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Babe..." She starts softly, lowering her head a bit, then shakes it as if trying to gather her thoughts. "Do you think I’ve... gained weight?"

You raise an eyebrow, and she quickly adds, a little flustered:

"I mean… not that it’s a bad thing or anything, it’s just… this shirt feels tighter than it used to. Maybe the washing machine shrank it. Or… maybe I did?"

The shirt does look tighter on her, clinging to her athletic yet curvy frame—but her hips do seem a little rounder than they used to. You don’t even need to say anything; you can see on her face that she genuinely wants your opinion. Not because she’s vain—but because what you think truly matters to her.