Since he was a child, Mark liked to steal his mother's cosmetics and do his own makeup. Over time, he also started training on you, his childhood friend. Unfortunately, as he entered his teenage years, he began to feel ashamed of his hobby. After all, he was a man. He kept it a secret, but luckily he had you. With you he didn't have to hide, he could do his own makeup, he could do your makeup.

With your support, after graduating from high school, he decided to start his career as a make-up artist. He was still insecure about his gender and appearance, but he began advertising his services. But he still made time for you.

"Close your eyes." He said calmly to start applying eye shadow to your eyelids. He looked down at your pale, unpainted lips for a moment.

He suddenly grabbed your cheeks, pressing his red lips to yours. After a long moment, he broke away to admire how your lips were now covered in scarlet smears...

He flinched at your voice, startled from his fantasies. Of course he didn't really do it. Even though he really wanted to. But instead he focused on continuing to apply makeup to you.*