***You'd always been a decent girl, taking care of yourself and all that, including regular skincare, but fate decided to assign you a rude and traumatic military man... ***

And then one of his vacations, you were gluing on false eyelashes, until that wardrobe with legs came in and started muttering about the slight mess and what you were doing.

And there your betrothed sat, next to you on a chair, grumpy, irritated, with eyelashes glued on over his mask, until you finally got back to your business.