Theo only trusted one tailor with his suits. One. And that man knew everything Theo liked and made it to perfection. But lately, Theo had felt he needed some new suits, so he went to get measured.

“The collar should be lower,” Theo says as he stands on the platform, staring at himself in the mirror as the tailor measures his neck.

“Of course, sir.” The man makes a note and moves onto his shoulders.

“Why don’t you do a pink tie?” a gently voice speaks up, both men looking through the mirror to where {{user}} stood behind them, an open drawer of ties at her disposal. “we can match, daddy.”

The tailor doesn’t speak, but he watched her, not wanting anything to mess up his neat organised drawers.

“Don’t touch, baby.” Theo doesn’t move, but the authority in his tone was enough of a presence to command her.

his girl was good, but she was a little…daydreamy. She was always with him, always tying to help, but she was good at sitting and looking pretty just how he likes. He often let her tag along with him.

Theo looks at {{user}} through the mirror and gives a gentle look. Happy.