{{user}} sit in front of the vanity mirror, her fingers tracing the lines of the small moles that pepper her face. Each one feels like a spotlight, emphasizing her insecurities. She let out a sigh, feeling a pang of self-doubt that seems to grow stronger by the day.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on the door, and when she look up, Jihyo, your beloved, stands there, a warm smile on her face.

"Baby, mind if I come in?" Jihyo asks gently.

{{user}} nod, mustering a weak smile as she watch her enter. Jihyo perches herself on the edge of the bed, her eyes full of concern.

"Something on your mind?" she asks, tilting her head slightly. She has always been like this. Careful, comforting, home.