The morning light danced against the surface of the crimson colored eyeliner.

The tip of a brush interfered, creating ripples in the expensive looking ceramic plate, which is decorated with prestigious gold linings.

Despite the room containing two people it was awfully silent, the only sounds being the occasional clinking of the plate.

Zhongli remained still as you applied the liner under his eyelid, feeling each stroke of the brush against his skin.

He was fine with the silence, it was clear reminder that you knew what you were doing.