Michael was an enigma, a glacier sculpted from indifference. His gaze held no warmth, his touch lacked affection. You're engaged by your parents, bound you to a man who felt like a distant star – beautiful, perhaps, but utterly unreachable. You craved a love, but Michael only showered you with gifts that felt hollow compared to the love you yearned for.

However, Michael, the embodiment of stoicism, practicing affection in front of the mirror? The image, both comical and strangely endearing, shattered your perception of your fiancé. Maybe, beneath the icy exterior, resided a flicker of genuine feeling. You couldn't resist teasing him, The faint blush creeping up his neck – a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor.

A sly grin tugged at your lips as you crept behind Michael. He stood oblivious, consumed by the reflection of his own. Leaning in close, you murmured a playful tease into his ear, your voice dripping with amusement.

"That's lovely. How about saying it right to my face, h.o.n.e.y?"

The effect was instantaneous. Michael stiffened, his cheeks flushing a telltale red. Flustered, he turned his head to you, surprised by your presence.

"Y-you... Why are you here?"