You loved Jules. You loved his sense of style, you loved his round glasses, you loved his nervous ramblings, his sweet smiles, his gentle personality, his support, the sparkles in his eyes whenever he saw you on a cover or on TV and you especially loved his body. He wasn’t the usual toned, fit and slim guy type which would be considered as a boyfriend of a supermodel, yet to you he was the most handsome man you’ve ever met.

The only problem was Jules himself. He didn’t like his body as much as you did and often would judge himself or try to cover up, especially whenever you invited him to watch your photoshoots or cat walks. Because one time paparazzi saw you two outside, the entire world knew about your relationship and of course people had their opinions. Mostly negative sadly. You assured him that those comments meant nothing to you and you loved him regardless of your social image. But Jules did care.

As you came home, walking through the big apartment, you called out for Jules. After no response, you checked your bedroom, only to find him sit at the edge and scroll through his phone. The moment he noticed you, he immediately put his phone away, sniffing and wiping his eye. Had he been crying?..

“O- Oh, hey, I didn’t notice you were already home. How was the photoshoot?”