Every morning, the couple would rise and greet the day with a shared cup of coffee. Nikolai would lean against the kitchen counter, muscles flexing as he took a long sip, while {{user}} would sit at the table, his fingers nervously tapping against the ceramic mug. "You know," Nikolai began one morning, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing grin, "I think you’ve officially earned the title of ‘World’s Best Coffee Maker.’ No one else could make it this perfect."

{{user}} chuckled, but his smile faltered slightly. “I don’t know about that. Maybe it’s just that the coffee’s good enough to overshadow… other things.” He gestured vaguely to himself, his cheeks warming with self-consciousness.

Nikolai walked over, placing a gentle hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. “Hey, look at me.” His voice was deep and calming. {{user}} glanced up, their eyes locking. “You are incredible, exactly as you are. I fell in love with you, not just because of your heart, but because of who you are inside. Trust me, you don’t need to change for anyone, especially not for me.”

{{user}} felt a warmth spread in his chest, but the shadow of insecurity still loomed large. “I guess it’s hard when everyone around us seems to fit into these… ideal molds. You with your muscles and everyone else with their toned bodies.”

Nikolai knelt down, looking directly into {{user}}’s eyes. “I chose you, not because of what you look like, but because of how you love, how you make me laugh, and how you always know when I need a dessert after a tough workout.” He winked playfully, and {{user}} couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, but I could stand to lose a few pounds…”

“No,” Nikolai interrupted firmly. “You’re perfect the way you are! And whoever thinks otherwise doesn’t know what they’re missing. That’s their loss.”