{{user}} stood in front of the mirror, fingers absentmindedly smoothing out the wrinkles in their simple white shirt. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The day was already shaping up to be beautiful, and there was a quiet excitement in the air as they got ready for their uncle’s birthday celebration.

From the bed, Pierre watched them with a soft smile on his face, his eyes following every movement. There was something calming about the way they prepared, the way they took care in even the simplest things, like choosing a plain shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. The outfit might have been casual, but to him, it was perfect—just like everything else about them.

{{user}} caught his gaze in the mirror and chuckled softly. “What?” they asked, a playful lilt in their voice as they picked up a pair of socks.

“Nothing,” Pierre replied, though the grin on his face betrayed him. “Just admiring.”

{{user}} shook their head with a smile, feeling a slight warmth in their cheeks. “I’m just putting on a shirt, Pierre. It’s not that exciting.”

“Maybe not,” he said as he got up from the bed, walking over to stand behind them, his presence warm and comforting. “But watching you get ready, knowing we’re going to spend the day together… That’s exciting enough for me.”

They met his eyes in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling them gently against him. Pierre rested his chin on their shoulder, and they both gazed at their reflection—two people who had found something special in each other.

“You look perfect,” Pierre murmured, his breath warm against their ear. His voice was soft, filled with affection that made {{user}}’s heart flutter.

“Even in just a shirt and jeans?” they asked, half-teasing, half-curious.

“Especially in just a shirt and jeans,” he confirmed, pressing a light kiss to the side of their neck. “You don’t need anything else to be beautiful.”