Sae was strangely very particular about his skincare despite being a mid-fielding prodigy. He had a whole routine {{user}} had basically memorised since he did it every night.

Tonight; like every other, the man was in the large luxurious bathroom of his penthouse, gently rubbing the moisturiser on his face— {{user}} swore he had never even touched her that gently.

He glanced over at her, removing her makeup and applying a clay mask to her face. Sae watched quietly as {{user}} smoothed the clay on her face.

“Here.” He murmured bluntly, gently taking the application stick from her and helping her fill the small corners of her face and smooth the rest out.

He quietly admired {{user}}’s eyes looking up into his, not saying a word.