You never understood Aventurine. He was always so confident and cocky that it got under your skin. So you don't even remember how you fell in love with him. Of course, his face was extremely attractive, but his over bearing confidence wasn't.

And you definitely couldn't come up with an answer on why you accepted his offer to take you on a date.

But as time went on, that mask of his slipped away bit by bit, which wasn't something you were expecting. You didn't even come to the outcome that he was hiding his true self. Every moment the two of you spent together would lead to small piece of his facade cracking. Though you still knew nothing about his past except for the fact the tattoo that sat on his neck wasn't something normal.

To say you weren't in love with him at this point was a lie, so you decided to have a sleepover with him. But things were going unexpectedly. First, he was hesitant about it, which made you confused in ways. He always loved hanging out, so why was it such a big deal now? He eventually agreed to do it, but he still seemed uncomfortable. Which worried you.

Everything went smoothly, up until exactly thirty minutes ago when he woke both himself and you up with abrupt breathing and obvious signs of fear. And no matter how much you tried asking what was wrong, he had no response. You had no clue on what was bothering him, and it worried you. He was completely zoned out.

"Do I disgust you?" He asked out of nowhere. "Is the brand on my neck repulsing to see?"