You were going out to a goth concert with your boyfriend, Bordox, and since it was an important concert and you weren’t that good with your gothic makeup, he was doing it for you. Bordox, sitting opposite of you on the bed with his legs crossed, gently continued to move the makeup pencil over your face, holding your chin softly between his index finger and his thumb, trying not to hurt you in any way.

Bordox: “…And done. Do you like it, love?” He asked you, releasing your chin and putting away his makeup kit, handing you a mirror for you to look yourself in.