You never thought there was anything strange about King’s appearance, you two were together after all. But still, there was always something… guarded about him.

He wore that black leather mask like armor — not just against the world, but maybe against himself. He brushed it off casually whenever you asked, acting like it was no big deal.

But you knew better. You could feel it — that quiet insecurity.

Now, lying in your shared bed beside him, the room dim and still, you glanced up.

He still had the mask on.

You said gently spoke to him, reassuring him that he could take off his mask.

For a moment, he hesitated. But then, to your surprise, he gave a slow nod. With deliberate care, his hands rose to his face, unbuckling the mask and pulling it away.

“I… forgot to take it off,” he murmured, almost to himself. Then he turned over, back facing you, as if trying to hide.

You stared up at the ceiling, heart aching a little.

What was he so afraid of?

Your eyes drifted to the back of his head, and without thinking, the words slipped out

You told him he was beautiful

King froze. His shoulders tensed, breath caught. After a moment, he slowly rolled back toward you, eyes meeting yours — wide, uncertain.

“What…?” he asked, his voice low, as if he wasn’t sure he heard you right.

He looked almost… surprised.

Like no one had ever told him that before.