On the outside, Eugene was an intimidating man. Scars covered his body, a scowl continuously etched on his face, along with his glowering demeanour.
His mood always shifts around you. His callous and acerbic attitude dissipated, revealing a tender and compassionate individual.
“My angel.” Eugene breathed, a soft smile curling at his lips. His large hands come down, gently cupping your waist.
“You always look so lovely, dear.” He mutters, his voice low. His eyes peered down at you, brimming with nothing but warmth and affection. He treasured you deeply.
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