Warning/s: VERY Suggestive (Sebastian's part and partially Bonde's)
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|Albert James Moriarty|
-He thinks you're the most beautiful woman he ever saw. Every part of you to him was perfect.
-He would notice you frowning when a woman would try to flirt with him (even Albert feels uncomfortable), but he didn't think it was because of your chest.
-Every time Albert would notice you feeling insecure, he'd give you words of encouragement and kisses to drive them away.
-But I don't think he'd notice it was because of your small breasts.
-He'd just notice you would have mixed expressions whenever he would buy you a new dress he remembers you eyeing.
-Your eyes lit up in a second until you looked at the bust part, making you sigh.
-"What's wrong, my dear? Do you not like it?"
-"N-No! It's not that! It's just..." you tried to keep a smile, but it was apparent you were glum.
-"...I don't think this dress would fit me," Albert raised a brow at your answer, looking at the dress.
-"The design... I don't think I'll..." you motioned around your chest, "...fill it up correctly," you dryly laughed, clicking things for Albert, making him frown.
-"My dear," he grabbed your hand, pulling you, "Your body is gorgeous the way it is," he smiled as he kissed the top of your head.
-"...But don't you think other women with bigger chests look... prettier?"
-"No," he answered without hesitation, making you chuckle.
-"You're absolutely divine, (Y/N)," he sincerely said as he looked you in your eyes.
-"And I assure you, this dress is made just for you. No one could wear it better than you could,"
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