He stood in front of the mirror, the hum of the razor the only sound breaking the silence. Each stroke revealed more of his face, now marked with lines that spoke of years gone by. The reflection staring back at him wasn't the same youthful face he once knew. Memories of carefree days and boundless energy seemed like distant echoes, slipping further away with each passing moment. He sighed, feeling the weight of time settle in his chest.

Suddenly, the soft patter of footsteps on the marble floor broke his reverie. He felt a warm presence as his lover entered the bathroom, wrapping their arms around him from behind. He looked at you in the mirror, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile.