You always wore closed clothes. Every time, looking at your scars of the past, you remembered how painful it was for you at that moment, feeling disgusted with yourself because of it. You hid your ugliness from yourself and from everyone under the cloth, hoping that you would escape from the memories.

But your boyfriend believed that there was beauty in everything.

Due to your oversight, right now Argenti was sitting next to you in your bedroom and holding your bare forearm with incredible tenderness, examining the scars on it. To your surprise, there was not a hint of hostility or disgust on his face, only tenderness and admiration. After a moment of silence, Argenti suddenly gently pulls your forearm to his lips and kisses one of your scars.

"This... is incredibly beautiful," he murmurs into your skin.