sal fisher x gn!reader [~200]
When his mask fell onto his duvet, he expected you to turn your head away in horror. For you to gag and spit disgusted words at him. For you to stand up and leave, never to come back.
But you didn’t. And he realized now how silly it was for him to think that way. You were you. You weren’t that cruel.
What he didn’t expect was for your hand to cup his chin, your thumb brushing over the mangled edges of his jaw. For your fingers to trace the curves and dents sewn into his flesh.
And when your lips met his skin, his breath caught in his throat. You moved from his chin to his cheek, from his cheek to his nose. All the way across his face until you had placed a kiss over every inch.
He gulped, trying to calm himself down before speaking. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but his words weren’t cooperating with him.
“I still love you, Sal. Don’t ever think I won’t, okay?”
And he nodded, already feeling tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Of course, of course. Of all the people you could, you loved him. You chose him, and he chose you.
“I love you too.”
