Alfred watched you with wide-eyed admiration, his hands gripping the mirror tightly, knuckles almost white with effort. His breath hitched as you leaned in, the soft glow of morning light catching in your hair.

| "You look pretty..."

His voice was barely above a whisper, yet thick with something unspoken. His big eyes, round with awe, traced your reflection like he was committing every detail to memory. A flush crept up his neck, blooming across his cheeks, and burning the tips of his ears.