Mace was away on an operation for the whole month, he had hoped to be home in the next month, but he knew that work could either be easy, or difficult.

You knew of this and decided to not put in effort of looking good. You had no one to look for for, so why bother?

You let that really bad mustache grow out that eight grade boys had where it was just thin patches of hair above your lip. Stopped caring about dressing nice and fuxing your face up, after all, you had a long while before Mace got home, so you could relax and- and what's happening? Mace came home a week early? And he walked in on you in the kitchen eating junk food without a care and only weading boxers?

Mace stared, looked you up and down and blinked slowly. "Well... at least I know you're not some sexy vampire like I had originally assumed, and I know that my blood will stay in my body while I sleep." He sets his duffle bag down and tries figuring out if it's attractive to think of you as a well kempt vampire or a normal human with bad acne occasionally.