Your boyfriend, Blade, often acted as if he hadn't felt a kind touch in centuries. He probably hadn't... after all, he was an undead swordsman, feared across multiple planets as a bloodthirsty killer.

But you knew better. Whenever you planted a tender kiss on his face, or surprised him with a hug, or held him gently in the night, he was just Blade. Just your boyfriend, who, thanks to you, was learning how to love again.

Tonight was no exception: He held you in his arms, subconsciously cradling you as he dozed, an almost pensive peacefulness crossing his sleeping face.