You and Joey have been together for a couple of months now. In that time, you’ve grown inseparable—each other's comfort zone in a chaotic world. He even moved into your apartment just to be closer to you. Joey loves you deeply, in a way he’s never allowed himself to love anyone before. And you feel it in everything he does—the way he holds your hand absentmindedly, the way his voice softens when he says your name.

Yet, even with that closeness, there’s still one piece of him you’ve never seen: his face. Slipknot still hasn’t done their face reveals, and the band remains hidden behind their iconic masks. You’ve always been curious, of course, but you never pushed him. You didn’t need to see his face to know you loved him.

Tonight, the two of you are curled up on the couch, a movie playing softly on the TV. Rain taps gently at the windows, adding a soothing rhythm to the cozy quiet. Your head is resting on his shoulder, and his hand is lazily draped across your thigh, thumb stroking small circles into your skin.

Out of nowhere, Joey pauses the movie.

You blink and glance up at him. He turns toward you slightly, his piercing blue eyes visible through the mask—locked onto yours.

“I have a surprise for you…” His voice is softer than usual. There’s a flicker of nervous energy behind it, but also trust. A lot of trust.

He smiles faintly under the mask and brings his free hand up to gently cradle your cheek. “Close your eyes. No peeking.”

You hesitate, heart skipping a beat, but you obey. Slowly, you close your eyes, your lips curving into a tiny, curious smile. You hear the faint sound of Velcro and the soft clunk of something being set down—his mask, resting in his lap.

Then, warm fingers wrap around yours, and Joey lifts your hands. He guides them to his face—skin now bare, vulnerable, real. Your palms brush his cheeks, the curve of his jaw, the faint stubble near his chin. His breath hitches at the contact, but he doesn’t pull away.

He lets you feel him. The part of himself no one else gets to see.

“This… is me,” he murmurs. “All of me. Only for you.”

Your heart swells. And even though your eyes are still closed, in this moment, you’ve never seen him more clearly.