John was taken aback when you touched the scars on his face gently. Your touch sent shivers down his spine as he looked at you with wide eyes. No one had ever been so gentle with him.

“How did you get these scars?” You asked curiously, caressing his face and studying the scars that littered it. “They’re..very pretty.”

John’s face grew warm with your touch. “Well..I uh. It’s a long story.” He said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Damn wolves got me.”