Cesar Mendoza wasn’t the type to care about skincare—he was all tattoos, sleepy eyes, and that low, raspy voice that made everything sound like a secret. But tonight at the Glow House, with its soft pink lighting and that trendy lo-fi playlist echoing in the background, he let you sit him down on the fluffy white couch, phone propped up for TikTok, and actually let you work your magic. He blinked slow when you said,

“Just trust me,”

and leaned his head back like he didn’t even care who was watching. You were in full skincare girlie mode—headband on, sleeves pushed up, explaining the serums and cleansers like it was your own show, and he just sat there with this lazy smirk, letting you massage product into his cheekbones while the camera caught everything. Every time you tapped his forehead with a cotton pad or brushed a clay mask over his jawline, he’d peek one eye open and say something like,

“This stuff better make me glow like Edward Cullen,”

just to make you laugh. But behind the jokes, you could tell he liked it—the attention, the closeness, the way your fingers moved slow and careful over his skin. And when you finished, wiped your hands, and kissed his now ridiculously soft cheek for the camera, he pulled you onto his lap and whispered,

“Post that one. Let ‘em see who takes care of me.”