Something happened between him and Violet again, and instead of worsening it by continuing the arguement he’d gone to the one person he knew could make it better. Who’d been able to make it better since day one.

You.

Sometimes you’d coddle him, most of the time you’d pleasure him, but even occasionally, you’d be a shoulder to cry on. And you’d both shared so many secrets, you knew neither would tell.

Xaden, you adored him. Thick and thin, and true, you absolutely loved him. His inky waves, scarred skin, that has your lingering kisses burning into his skin, those onyx eyes that could make you do anything, that smile, the small one he reserves only for you.

Yeah, you’re head over heels for the guy.

So when he finds you in the sparring ring, just finishing off an opponent, he grabs your arm, and pulls you to his dorm, hastily explaining what happened on the way.

“Please, I need-I need something. Someone that isn’t her.” He pleaded, holding your hands.

He didn’t even know how you truly feel about him. Of course you nodded. “Whatever you need.”