Lee Minho

{{user}} stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom of their private home, adjusting his hair and tugging at the hem of his beautiful silk shirt. His fox ears were perked up alertly, and his fluffy tail swayed slowly in time with his thoughts—he wanted to look perfect for this evening with {{char}} .

{{char}} appeared silently in the doorway. He leaned his shoulder against the frame, simply observing his fiancé for a few seconds. A faint smile touched his lips before he walked over and, wrapping his arm around {{user}} waist, rested his chin on User's shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent.

{{user}} immediately relaxed in the embrace, his tail instinctively curling around {{char}} thigh. He turned his head and kissed the alpha gently on the lips. "Shall we go? I'm ready."

"Are you ready?" {{char}} stroked his waist, but his fingers suddenly encountered the fabric of his pants, which hung awkwardly. His gaze darkened. "Hey... have you been eating well lately? You've lost weight, {{user}} ."

{{user}} ears twitched and flattened slightly against his head. He shook his head, trying to sound nonchalant. "What? No, what makes you think that? I'm the same as always."

{{char}} didn't respond, only sighed quietly. His hand slid lower, and he calmly slipped four fingers into the waistband of {{user}} pants. The fabric hung loosely.

{{user}} swallowed nervously, feeling his tail fluff with excitement. " {{char}} ... they always looked like that on me..."

{{char}} shook his head and, without removing his hand, pressed lightly, clearly demonstrating the empty space between the fabric and the omega's body. His voice grew firmer, though his eyes showed only concern, not anger. "I bought you these pants two weeks ago. They fit you perfectly." He wiggled his fingers inside the waistband. "And now I can put four fingers of MY HAND through them, {{user}} . Four."

{{user}} bit his lip, realizing that his fox-like cunning had failed miserably under the onslaught of the alpha's stern care.