I opened the door of our apartment, and walked in.
I need him. Where is he?
"Hey baby."
I turned around to see him right behind me. He slowly walked towards me, trapping me in his arms against the door. His forehead against mine.
"No."
"Hm?"
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
I could see tears filling in and blurring my vision and the concerned look in his face.
"No. Call me Beautiful."
That was our secret word. His favourite adjective for me. My most favourite pet name he has for me.
It makes me feel beautiful. Only when it comes out of his mouth. He calls me that very rarely. But I love it.
Sometimes that word slips out of him as we're making love. I can't feel more loved. He gives me all of it.
"Oh love..." He hugs me tight, burrying his face in my neck, pressing butterfly kisses on my skin.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"You do?"
"Of course Baby."
"Then paint me."
"Princess-"
"Paint me Win."
"Baby, I really don't want to hurt you anymore. I-I started doing that because you wanted to see my body scar-less. So you gave yours to me to scar. But not anymore. Please."
"But I want it. I love it. It makes me feel beautiful. Your beautiful."
"Bright..."
"Please." I beg and clash our lips together. Backing him up, I push him on the bed and straddle his waist. I take off our shirts and mark him up, earning moans of appreciation. I like them. But I paused.
"Win... Do it. I wanna feel loved."
"Baby-"
"M-Make me feel loved Win, make me feel beautiful."
"I will. My Beautiful."
"Thank you." I whisper as he reached for the metal on the bedside table. He kissed my skin before the cold metal came into contact with the same area.
I hissed at the feeling but he swallows the noise up with another kiss.
He continued to draw up new patterns on my body. And then kiss the bloody marks afterwards. With tears streaming down his cheeks, just like mine, he drew up his masterpiece. On his very own canvas. I feel happy knowing that I am gonna be the one to wear it forever.
I pulled him back and kissed his now blood stained lips.
And I said....
"Yeah.... Paint me.. Paint me in Red, Win."
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Scars To My Beautiful (Short) || BRIGHTWIN ||
Fiksi Penggemar"W-What is that on your body?" I got a hold of his hand tightly, slowly crushing it as he whimpered in pain. "Keep that little head of yours out of places you don't need to fret about." A/n: I don't support the acts displayed in this work, even tho...
