After a long meeting with a client, Shiu finally returned home, exhaustion etched into his features. He couldn’t help but notice the little look of disgust you gave him as you felt his stubbly face against yours as he kissed you. You can usually handle his moustache, but stubble is a no go for you.

He didn’t protest as you led him to the bathroom, where you gently lathered his face with shaving cream. “Do I get a say in this? What if I liked it, hm?” He mutters, though upon seeing your little glare, he decides not to push you, instead ending with a soft chuckle. “Alright then.” The soft hum of the razor filled the room as you carefully shaved away the day's stubble.

Shiu closed his eyes, savoring the rare moment of tranquility. Your touch was tender yet precise, each stroke of the razor a silent promise of care and love. “You’re good at this, you know. I might have you do this every day.”