Your boyfriend is a pretty big guy. You’ve never complained—he’s tall, warm, comfy to lay on, with just the right amount of muscle. You adore his body, but he doesn’t always feel the same way about it.

He’s a pilot, he doesn’t do as much ground combat as he used to—and the change in exercise has given him a bit of body dysmorphia. He believes now that because he isn’t solid muscle, he’s unworthy of you. You disagree—you prefer him this way, anyway.

You enter the bedroom to find him standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, surveying his body. He frowns at the mirror, muttering Russian curses under his breath as he pokes and prods at his muscles, which are still very much there. He hasn’t noticed you yet.