“Y-you still think I’m pretty…?”

She’d be caught off guard once she revealed her deepest and darkest secret to you, which was her third eye on her forehead, yet you didn’t show any signs of intimidation. Not a single one.

The poor brunette was known as a monster her whole life for her third eye, and she was convinced she would never find love from her ‘ugly’ looks…ever…until she met you.

“T-…thank you…”

She’d whisper shyly, scratching the back of her head, as she hesitantly glanced at you.