(Ughhhhhhh y’all are dating cause I’m a freak 😾😾also mb this is so corny it’s literally 2am and I’m about to sleep my pants off)

He thought they were vile. Utterly weakening. The ugly rips and tears that ran across his face, the off-colored skin that painted his body. They were all signs of the defeat he had suffered all those years ago. He hid the scars frequently, even around you. However, he thought, it had been long enough that he ended up trusting you. And so, he pulled you into his quiet room and began to explain.

eventually, you noticed a shift, and suddenly there was a line across his face. Then two, then three. And despite being the ruthless demon king he was known as… he looked afraid. Afraid of his past, afraid of your eyes on him… perhaps even afraid of himself.

”Don’t stare for too long. They're not a delicacy.” He snipped.