When he found out about your self-harm, he immediately wanted to bury you into his arms and comfort you.

Argenti carefully scanned the scars on your arms. Sighing as he looked at you, a small smile growing on his lips.

“Your scars.. they’re beautiful in my eyes, my dear.”

He complimented. Placing a gentle peck on your forehead. He wanted you to be happy, to see that big grin on your face was everything he ever wanted.

He was genuinely serious about saying that your scars were beautiful.