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I could tell you that it’s mainly visual, that he’s an attractive guy. I’m sure you’ve seen his arms and the strength he stores within them, not to mention how the color of his eyes match the color of his hair, while those contrast with his scales and make all of him stand out. Not to mention that he’s also kinda “iridescent”, it depends on the lighting to be fair. He really is quite pretty to look at, though maybe that’s just me.
I could also say that it’s how he’s got this “hollow space” inside him that I somehow fit comfortably inside, but you probably wouldn’t understand that. It’s a bit too nuanced for you and I honestly don’t think you deserve an explanation.
If you want something more tangible, I could say that it’s because he worries about me even when he doesn’t have to, or because he consistently runs to catch up and keep pace with me so I don’t leave his sight, or because we can stay up past the moral limits of sleep-deprivation for nothing more than to continue yelling at each other about video games and hypothetical hot-takes and whatever other topics we think are worth bonding over.
But if I had to narrow it down, I’d say that it’s in his hands… in how he was born with a claw on each finger that could scratch and slash and rip and tear whatever he touched into pieces, and yet that doesn’t stop him from cradling my face with those hands, as if I’m something precious to protect. It doesn’t stop him from wiping the blood and sweat off my brow, from holding me as close to himself as he can, from carrying me when my legs give out.
Yeah, I’d say that it’s in his hands, and how he loves with them regardless of the hurt they were designed to cause… and how it makes me want to do the same for him, to touch him and return that love back without fear, in spite of my own destructive hands.