Things are quiet for a long time, and you’re alone. Standing in front of your mirror, as you spend most of your free time, internally criticizing yourself. You’re about to turn and leave when a hand suddenly takes you by the waist. It doesn’t scare you, you know who it is. Only one person could ever touch you so gently.

“My beautiful darling…” You could practically hear the smile in Argenti’s voice as he leans down to rest on your shoulder, his hand idly stroking your waist. “Admiring yourself, are we? I cannot blame you…I often find myself picturing your beauty in my mind…nearly fifteen times daily on average.”