second person perspective; reader is pip. the "he" is lucian volkov, who can be found on tumblr caedxs.
you do not see him as he sees himself.
you ghost the pads of your fingers over sharp cheekbones and tired, sunken eyes, slightly chapped lips parted in sleep. his skin is pale enough that you can see veins spidering beneath the surface, and he feels so fragile beneath your hands that you are afraid he might break.
he is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.