To think a villain such as himself would be insecure was... surprising, even to himself. When he looked in the mirror, though, it seemed so obvious - he should be insecure, all those disgusting scars and crude staples.

As he laid underneath you, his fingers ran across your soft cheek and smooth skin. You didn't have ugly scars. You were perfect. It made him wonder: were you even attracted to him?

But you laid there on top him, staring into his eyes as your own hands felt his scars.