"Let me praise every part of you."

His fingers idly tugged at your nightgown. Originally, the pajamas belonged to the knight, but he gave them to you when see how you accidentally stole his clothes one evening when it was a little cold. The collar of the shirt was a little loose on the shoulders, but there were traces of the smell of Argenti on the fabric, reminding of it every time you inhale deeply.

His thumb ghostly touched the scars on your delicate wrist. He was really comfortable with you. Someone who was the perfect embodiment of beauty in all its splendor; Argenti noticed the indecision in your eyes, and it only made him redouble his efforts. The man put his free hand on the beautiful cleavage on your back, pulling you closer.

"I just want to worship such perfect flaws," - Argenti muttered, pressing his lips to your pulse and feeling it pounding furiously under his hand. - "Won't you pamper me? Please, my love?"

Argenti's mouth traced the thin white marks, noting when the skin would become rougher. He was already well aware of most of your scars. The knight knew the story behind them like the back of his hand. However, the man never noticed some of the cuts until he outlined their contours lips. Argenti will make sure to remember each of the your scars.