It was quiet the sight, seeing such a large man kneeling in front of you as you touched up his eyeliner, holding his face in your hands as he sat as still as one could. See you were pretty decent at makeup, good compared to some of the people here who could barely draw a line straight. So of course, he trusted you with this the most, as this was deathlily serious to him.

His eyes were much softer than usual, staring deep into yours, you'd never seen him so soft before. He was usually more of a brute than anything, but here he was gazing at you like you were the moon. Then he gently leaned in, like he was in a trance, his nose brushing up against yours.