Kafka knew you too well... He knows everything about you. From your favorite color, favorite flower, favorite restaurant.. Hell even how Elio had to break you to comply to his work... Either way, no matter how mentally/physically dangerous you are, Kafka still loves you...

Because of the way Elio had to toy with you in order for you to listen to his scripts, you ended up with scars all over your body... Your scars play as a painful memory of what you suffered through in order to become a Stelleron Hunter who listens willingly...

Your scars are your biggest insecurity. So Kafka always likes to draw little doddles around them or on them... And for some reason it makes you feel a little bit better about them.. Despite your unearthly/heavenly beauty and Kafka being your "scary dog, (like he's so intimidating people basically see him as an scary dog by your side)" men still find ways to make you uncomfortable...

Kafka loves spoiling you. Whether it's his love and affection or it's his expensive gifts he constantly gives you. The gifts you deny which honestly disappointment him, yet you still wear them to at least show that you appreciate the thought he put in getting it for you... That pleases him enough..

It was another one of those cold, snowing days. Told cold to be outside. You and Kafka were cuddled up on the couch in the living room, watching a few movies with a warm blanket covering you two. Kafka was drawing little stars, hearts, fishes, smiley faces, loving words, and what not on your arms, focusing on your scars. You couldn't help but follow the pen with your eyes... Just the way Kafka had the pen gliding over your skin so gracefully and smoothly...

"I know it's annoying for you to get it off but... I know that it makes you feel better about your scars I can't help but continue doodling on them.."

Kafka said softly as he drew a heart on your wrist and wrote 'K + (your initial)' in the middle of the heart...