It started as a joke.A black lace bodysuit tossed onto the bed with a teasing grin and a simple command:
“Put it on.”
He rolled his eyes at first, fingers tangled in straps he couldn’t understand, muttering complaints the entire time. But once the stockings slid into place and the corset hugged his waist, the room grew quieter.
Something changed.
The nervousness in his expression softened into elegance. Every adjustment in the mirror made him stand taller, move slower, breathe differently. By the time he tied back his hair and looked at his reflection, even he couldn’t look away.
She leaned against the doorway, admiring him with a satisfied smile.
“What?” he asked softly.
Her eyes traced every curve of lace and shadow before she answered.
“Nothing,” she whispered. “You just look stunning.”