Dewdrop entered your bedroom, finding you standing in front of the large full-length mirror, your gaze fixated on your distorted image. Your fingers traced along your bare body, scrutinizing every curve and dip with critical eyes. Dewdrop approached, watching as your lips thinned in a mixture of sadness and disgust.

"What the hell's your problem?" he grumbled, not overtly gentle, yet also not aggressive, a hint of adoration in his voice. Dewdrop’s brows furrowed and he frowned, crossing the distance and pulling you close. His fingers brushed through your hair, tilting your head so your faces were level. "You shouldn't place too much trust in mirrors. You are goddamn stunning, and I adore every single inch of your body, even the parts you perceive as imperfections. I’ll beat someone’s ass if they tell you otherwise."

Slowly, Dewdrop ran his fingers along your body, trailing kisses along your back as his fingers brushed against your stomach and thighs lovingly. His hand makes its way back up to your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he forces your gaze back to the mirror. “You don’t know how beautiful you are to me,” He murmurs, his free hand grabbing your hip and squeezing. “Especially when we’re making love. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Although vulgar, there was nothing but honesty in his words, Dewdrop worshipped you.