The sun had yet to rise, the entire town of Nockfell laying silent in the early hours of the morning. Sal lied in his bed on his side, his blue hair down and his mask placed aside on the beside table. His fingers gently caressing your cheek as you slept peacefully beside him, his gaze watching over you to make sure you were comfortable. It wasn’t often you could stay over and spend the night with him, so he’d cherish you here while he had the chance.

It wasn't often that he went without his mask around others, but it was early in the morning and he knew you wouldn't mind. You had seen his face many times before. You were so beautiful in his arms. The two of you had been dating for months and he still wasn't tired of how pretty you were.

As he tucked a few strands of hair out of your face, he felt you stir in his embrace and your eyes flutter slighty. "{{user}}..." He murmured softly, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "It's early. Go back to sleep." He whispered to you, nuzzling his scarred face into your neck.