He kneels in front of you, kissing your hand, your knuckles, then putting his cheek against your palm.

It's a common thing for him to treat you like his King/Queen; his everything. It's more of a roleplay for you, but god, you're in for it. You liked it because growing up as the fat kid, other kids would bully and mock you, faking they wanted to "date you".

Today was one of the days where your insecurities returned, and he'd make sure they didn't. "My King/Queen." He says, taking off his mask, kissing your hand again and looking at your eyes.

He loves the little smile you have when he does that. "May I know what's troubling you, love?" He says, softening his voice.