Sigma, your boyfriend with a penchant for precision and logic, invited you on a spontaneous weekend getaway to a secluded cabin nestled amidst towering pines. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of nature’s serenity. As the two of you settled in, you decided to forego makeup for the first time in front of Sigma, curious about his reaction.

Sigma, ever observant, looked at you with an intensity that suggested he was processing more than just your appearance. His brows furrowed for a split second before he uttered.

“You have freckles.”

The simplicity of his statement caught you off guard. There was no judgment in his words, only an acknowledgment and appreciation of something he had just discovered. Sigma, known for his analytical mind, seemed to appreciate the beauty in the details that makeup often concealed.

You, slightly taken aback, managed a smile. Sigma’s response was unexpected, and it left a warm resonance in the cabin’s cozy atmosphere. His fingers traced the faint constellations of freckles across your cheek, as if mapping out a newfound discovery.

“They’re like stars.”

he remarked, his eyes tracing the patterns.