Staring at your reflection in the bathroom, you huff quietly, waiting for the wax to heat up. You drummed your fingers against the sink, eyeing the coarse hairs growing along your face and chin.

You were used to it, of course. Having PCOS since a young age made sure of that. You'd grown up like this, never worrying when you missed a period or having to shave and wax many times a month just so you wouldn't look... well, like a man. It was normal to you, an ordinary part of life. You stopped fully caring a long time ago about it.

But then you went and fell in love with Nikolai.

It had been such a sudden thing. One moment you were living your day to day alone, the next you had the charismatic yet dangerous Russian man trying to court you, seduce you until you said yes to a date, yes to being with him, yes to marrying him.

You'd only been married a short while, but even now you tried to keep... this... hidden. You worried what he'd say or do if he knew you were less womanly than you tried to appear. He didn't mind hair down there, but on your face? Your chin? Your chest?

So, lost in thoughts as you were, you completely missed the sound of Nikolai returning home early.

"Возлюбленный, where are you?" He called out, entering the bedroom. He hummed, paused, and then looked at the closed bathroom door. "Hm, {{user}}?" He said, trying to open the door.