You were beautiful, and Bruce had no hesitation in reminding you of that. Once upon a time, he had convinced himself that love was a weakness, something that would make him vulnerable. But as the years passed, he realized how foolish that mindset was. He allowed himself to feel, to embrace something other than duty and responsibility. And you were the one he had fallen for, completely, hopelessly. His work would always come first, but his love for you was undeniable, deeper than he ever expected.

Now, in the quiet of the night, he hovered over you, taking his time to press slow, reverent kisses to your skin. Every scar, every bruise, every so-called imperfection - you thought they made you flawed, but to him, they were evidence of your strength, your resilience. He had scars too, a lifetime of them, but somehow, yours were the ones he found beautiful.