Normally, Xiao kept his distance — Never touching you, never vulnerable around you, none of the things that might risk both you and him. A Yaksha’s life, especially a loss filled one, was one of constant worry of hurting those closest to him.

But as you lay there, your hair sprawled out against the pillow, your fingers gently clutching the sheets — he feels the heat in his cheeks as the urge to reach out becomes unbearable.

Though with a huff, he turns around — his back to you, as always.