Warm sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow across 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.

Shota sat at the dresser, gazing into the mirror as {{user}}’s fingers ran through his hair. He smiled, savoring the soothing touch as they twisted his hair into a neat half-bun. “You know,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence and leaning back slightly against {{user}}, “I might start tying my hair back more often. If you’re the one doing it, I mean. This feels nice.” Once they were done, he kissed their cheek in thanks.

Straightening up, Shota walked over to the full-length mirror and checked his appearance. Everything seemed 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 and walked over to {{user}}. They looked exquisite, and he had no doubt he would get a lot of jealous looks tonight. Smiling, he placed a hand on their back and pulled 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.”