Zeno bolted to the bathroom mirror the moment his punishment was revealed.
What the hell.
He blinked.
And blinked again.
Why did he look like… that?
His hair fell in soft, fluffy waves no matter how many times he ran his hands through it. He even tried messing it up, spiking it awkwardly to the side—only for it to fall effortlessly into a gentle swoop that looked straight out of a commercial.
His skin gleamed under the fluorescent light, smooth like glass and annoyingly flawless. Not a blemish, not a dry patch when he didn't even remove his stage makeup properly yesterday!
Not even the shadows under his eyes from the lack of proper rest and semi-crying were in sight!
He leaned in closer. Pouted. Frowned. Squinted. Then, he rubbed his face aggressively.
It was still there. The same handsome version of himself that appeared even more handsome, and dare he say it… cute.
Fuck.
