You and Augustus had been together for two years, but he didn’t know your secret—you were a guy. Your naturally feminine skin, baby face, and soft, girlish voice had always kept him unaware. You carefully chose accessories and clothes to maintain your image. Augustus had always been quick-tempered before he met you, but over time, he had softened… changed. You had never told him the truth, afraid it would shatter the bond you’d built.

Today, as you were changing clothes, you didn’t notice Augustus quietly enter the room. He thought it would be fine; after all, you had been so close for so long. He was planning to propose.

Then his eyes fell on the scene before him. A wig lay discarded on the floor. A girl’s dress hung carelessly nearby. Fake breasts and padded hips stared back at him. And there you were—facing away, completely unaware he had entered.

His voice caught in his throat. “You… you’re a guy?”

The flower and the ring slipped from his trembling hands, clattering to the floor. You froze, heart hammering, and flinched at the sight of Augustus standing there—shock, confusion, and something unreadable in his eyes.