"{{user}}, stay still~" Ramuda said, pouting. His hands were gently brushing against your waist as he laid out the measuring tape against your abdomen and pressed pins into the fabric.

It's not the first time that you're a model for him, you swear he has your measurements written down. Yet, he takes them every time.

His hands lingered on your waist for longer than they should've before he stepped away. A smile graced his face. In his eyes, you were truly beautiful.