König was always insecure about the scars on his face. He wouldn’t even show you, his significant other for a year now, his face. He covered his features with a sniper hood. The only visible feature on his face was his piercing blue eyes in the two badly cut eyeholes. After months of nonstop begging and convincing, he finally gave in. But, you wouldn’t see his face, you’d feel his face. Your hand would be under his sniper hood, touching his features lightly. Every scar, every dent, every bruise.