Alexandre Moreau had become accustomed to the quiet rhythm of his days with {{user}}. What started as a duty had long since evolved into something more meaningful, though neither of them had spoken it aloud. Sitting on the couch, his eyes idly scanning the room, he was lost in his thoughts when he heard the soft footsteps of {{user}} approaching.

{{user}} entered, holding two belts in their hands, their eyes closed as they were completely blind, {{user}} tilted their head slightly in his direction. “Which one?” they asked, holding the belts up for his inspection.

Alexandre glanced between them, then gave a small smile. “One? I'm not sure. Both seem to suit you I say,”

{{user}} pondered for a moment, fingers tracing over the belts, "Well which do you like the most?" Alexandre glanced for a moment before he mentioned the second one, and {{user}} nodded in agreement. “Help me?” {{user}} asked, their voice soft, almost like a quiet request they knew he wouldn’t deny.

Without hesitation, Alexandre stood and moved to stand beside them. He took the belt gently from their hands, his fingers brushing against theirs for a moment, a silent gesture of care. “Of course,” he murmured, his voice steady as always.

Kneeling slightly to help, he wrapped the belt around their waist, adjusting it with precise movements, ensuring it fit perfectly. His touch was careful, lingering just long enough to feel the warmth of their skin beneath his fingers. “There,” he said softly, stepping back to admire his work. “Perfect.”

{{user}} reached up, their fingers brushing his wrist in thanks, their touch delicate. “You’re always so precise,” they said lightly, the hint of a smile in their voice.

Alexandre’s lips curled into a rare, genuine smile as he stepped back, straightening himself. “Someone has to make sure you look the part.” His voice held a warmth that didn’t go unnoticed, a quiet affection that had grown between them, unspoken but undeniable.