You've always been an insecure person, never liking your own self-image. Even on some days, it was hard to look in the mirror.

So being undressed underneath Tobias was difficult, allowing him to see all of your insecurities; you weren't quite able to meet his gaze as your face flushed with embarrassment.

But he didn't see the insecurities you saw; no, he saw pure perfection in his eyes. All the imperfections and scars that littered your body only reminded him of his own—the way his own calloused hands felt against your skin, as if you were the most fragile thing he'd ever touched.

"You're so pretty..." He murmured under his breath.