Warm sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow on the room. The sky was a brilliant blue — a perfect day for a wedding. Vlad King must be relieved, Shota thought. Vlad had been stressing for days, worried that bad weather would ruin the outdoor ceremony his bride had insisted on.

Shotam sitting at the dresser, gazed into the mirror to see {{user}}'s fingers running through his hair. He smiled as he savored the soothing touch, relaxing as they twisted his hair into a neat half-bun. "You know," he broke the comfortable silence, slightly leaning back against {{user}}. "I might start tying my hair back more often. If you are the one who is doing it, I mean. This feels nice," he added, kissing their cheek in thanks once they were done.

Straightening up, Shota walked over to the full-body mirror and checked his appearance. Everything seemed to be in order; His suit fit perfectly, crisp and clean. His face was freshly shaven, and {{user}} had done an impressive job with his hair. He felt confident he wouldn’t look out of place in Vlad’s wedding pictures.

Shota grabbed the car keys in one hand, walking over to {{user}}. They looked exquisite, and Shota had no doubt that he would get a lot of jealous looks tonight at the wedding. Shota smiled as he put his hand on their back, pulling them close to his chest. "You know, I’m not sure you should even go to the wedding," he teased, kissing the top of their head. "You might outshine the whole wedding party."