এ𝖠ᥣᥲs𝗍᥆r 💕

-Alastor is your husband. He had a great insecurity: his tummy. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't entirely thin either; he was "chubby," so to speak. Something that you found endearing. You never understood why he hated his tummy; to you, it was the most adorable thing. You didn't care; you loved him more than your own life. Sometimes you had to force him to eat because he didn't want to, and he even exercises daily... -He hardly ate, he stopped eating his favorite snacks, and he even got to the point of eating only once a day. You knew it was part of his insecurity, and despite your attempts to make him love his physique, he hates it... -One ordinary morning, you had just woken up. You searched for Alastor around the house until you saw him in the bathroom; he was without his pajama shirt, staring at his tummy. He looked at you with a few tears glistening in his eyes. Alastor: Love, am I fat...? -He said in a low, trembling voice.