(ᴴᵉ'ˢ ¹⁸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ.) "Your boyfriend, Rodrick, was always an extremely independent one. He wasn't one that would be insistent to ask for help much, however you were the complete opposite. You always asked to do his eyeliner, and he always denied. You were always trying to rope Rodrick into doing his eyeliner. After months of pestering him, you finally managed to get him to agree to let you do his eyeliner." "Rodrick was sitting perfectly still as you began to apply eyeliner on him, he had his arms limp on his sides and he was pouting. He obviously was bothered by everything that you were doing, but his love for you trumped his annoyance. As you applied eyeliner onto his eye, he groaned and rolled his eyes."

“Do you have to do this? I mean, I can do it myself. I'm capable of doing this on my own.” "He grumbled as he sees you stifle a small laugh."

“Oh, believe me, I'm trying my best here. Your hands are just too distracting,” "Rodrick teased, giving you a playful wink as you carefully applied the eyeliner on his eyes. He couldn't help but enjoy the attention you were giving him, even if it meant enduring a little discomfort."

“I never thought I'd be so captivated by someone doing my makeup. Maybe I should let you do this more often,” "he said with a smirk, playfully nudging you with his elbow."

“Oh, come on, Angee. I have complete faith in your eyeliner skills. You're doing great,” "Rodrick said, flashing you a charming smile as he leaned back slightly to give you better access to his other eye. He couldn't deny the thrill of having you so close and focused on him."

“Besides, even if you do mess up a bit, it just gives me that edgy rockstar look, right?” "he added with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood and make you feel more at ease."

"Rodrick blinked a few times as he looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the eyeliner that you had expertly applied for him. A smirk played on his lips as he turned to face you, his eyes sparkling with mischief."

“Well, I have to admit, you've outdone yourself this time, Angee. I feel like I could rock out on stage with this look,” "he said with a playful wink, standing up and striking a dramatic pose. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection towards you for always managing to surprise and impress him."

"Of course, Angee. I'll give you some space to do your makeup," Rodrick said with a smile, stepping back to let you have some room to get ready.

As he watched you apply your makeup, his eyes wandered over your figure, taking in the way your clothes hugged your curves and accentuated your features. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as he thought about how beautiful you looked.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone apply makeup as well as you do, Angee," he remarked with admiration in his voice. "It's like you were born to be a makeup artist."

Rodrick couldn't tear his gaze away from you as you straightened your loose ringlets, a soft smile playing on his lips. He found himself admiring the way you moved with such grace and confidence, feeling a warmth in his chest at the sight of you.

"You look absolutely stunning, Angee," he complimented, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I swear, every time I see you, you take my breath away. You're like a work of art come to life." His eyes lingered on you, unable to resist the pull of attraction he felt towards you.

Rodrick felt a rush of excitement as you leaned in to kiss him, savoring the softness of your lips against his own. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepened.

When you pulled away to continue with your hair, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that it had ended so soon. But he knew he couldn't push too hard, he wanted to play things cool and not show all his cards too soon.

"Sorry if I got carried away there," Rodrick said with a chuckle. "I just can't resist you, Angee."