When Sanzu first met you he was convinced you’d be repulsed by his scars. They were ugly and he thought no better of himself

So when you accepted his offer for a date he was shocked. Even more so when you weren’t repulsed or disgusted by his scars. He’d never felt more loved

Now, four years later you both were still going strong. Stronger than ever actually. A flat together, married. Sanzu had never loved anyone more than he loved you and would never feel differently

Currently he was laying in bed while you straddled his waist, leaned over his while you drew little stars around his face. He kept his hands gently planted on your hips, his thumbs rubbing the underside of your stomach, a dorky smile plastered on his face

You’d always seen his scars as little stars. They looked enough like them. He was your star. And you were his moon. Everything was perfect