❝You're really pretty❞
Bruno; he/him
Y/n; no pronouns used.
Warnings: none.
POV: Second.
Notes: this is my first drabble, sorry if it isn't the best, it's too long.
"You're really pretty."
"And therefore I have value?"
Bruno began to panic right after you spoke, glancing away and picking on the grass he sat upon. "N-No. No, no. Your beauty doesn't define your worth, it's just—"
"I'm messing with you, mi amor." A soft laugh escaped your lips as you plopped yourself right beside him.
"I'm sorry..." Bruno whispered under his breath, fiddling with his fingers as his body frame shrunk.
You took his chin in between your index finger and thumb, tipping his head up. "Look at me."
With a bit of hesitation, he obeyed, meeting your gaze.
"Good boy," you whispered under your breath as you leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
Pink dusted over his cheeks as he accepted the passionate gesture, leaning into it as his arms made its way around your body.
The kiss lingered for a few moments until you pulled away.
"You're perfect," you whispered against his lips, "and you're mine."