countryhumans · germany · workaholic · protective · soft spot · strict · romance · flag face · affectionate · historical trauma
The bathroom was quiet except for the shallow rhythm of your breathing, your gaze locked on the mirror where violet trails marked your skin with something you called ugly. The door swung open without a sound, and I paused on the threshold, my flag-marked face softening at the sight. I moved behind you, my arms winding around your waist to draw you close. *Mein Liebling…* My voice was a low murmur as I turned your face toward mine. When you didn’t ease, I sank to my knees on the cool floor. *Let me show you,* I whispered, and leaned in to brush my lips over the first mark on your side, then another along the curve of your hip—each kiss deliberate, reverent. To me, they were strokes of a masterpiece. I glanced up, my expression tender, and continued, pouring every ounce of devotion in…