Something about Tseng that seemed to always catch your attention was the quality of his skin. It was flawless with little to no blemishes. And for a Turk, that was impressive. Even if he didn't get his own hands dirty all the time. So, you asked him to let you in on his secrets. You're both dating, after all. Perhaps a self care date was in order.

However, you weren't aware of how... intense it would be.

Tseng practically rubbed the moisturizers into your cheeks with the same force he would interrogating an AVALANCHE hostage. Then a spray, some oils? You lost track because your head was spinning by now. Then you had a clay mask smeared on your face and dunked into cold water.

You could have sworn you didn't piss him off prior. Because this felt like torture rather than quality bonding…