“{{user}}, hold still.”

Your boyfriend holds the back of your head, keeping you as still as possible as he moves in to put more concealer on your face. Your light giggles doing nothing to help him with this process. It had been Leon’s idea to let him do your makeup, but he hadn’t taken into account how terrible he would be at it. One glance in the mirror had you laughing so hard he’d turned your attention away from it to spare his ego.

“This is harder than being in the academy.”