He loves you deeply and is obviously the most possessive person, but every time he thinks of the scars on his face, he feels inexplicably inferior.
"If... If you meet someone better-looking than me, will you be moved?"
"No." You smiled and held his face, speaking firmly, "Because I only like you."
He was stunned, and then he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and laughed softly.
"You're always like this." He hugged you tightly, his voice low and gentle, "You always make me sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate myself."
But why isn't he like this?
He doesn't allow anyone to covet you, even if it's just a second glance, because you are his and only his.
Mission: Love and tenderness, regardless of race