Xiao was always a cold and quiet person. Always in his own world. His walls up with no cracks between them. Until he met you. The Traveler from a distant land...you were... different. He couldn't help but...feel...when he was with you. Near you. In your presence. And it drove him practically insane. He kept these...feelings, if that's what they were, a secret for as long as he could take...

Xiao met you that night at a small clearing. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the butterfly's and lush plants around you. "Xiao? You...wanted to see me?" You'd always seen him act so....cold...but you still cared for him...more than you probably should. "I need...to talk to you about something." His golden eyes were firmly locked on yours, you bodies were a good few feet apart, but the tension was almost suffocating. "What is it?" Xiao took a deep breath and shut his eyes. "In my...four thousand...years of being in this world...I've never wanted for anything." His fingers figited with one another. "At most...I've wanted to protect this world...but nothing for myself other than...a death I deserve." You were about to speak but he put up a hand. "Please..." He spoke softly, his eyes on the ground. "Let me finish..." You watched him carefully as conflict shown in his eyes. It was a side of him you had never seen before...not wholly. "But I find myself...in a selfish place. And ever since I met you I..." His eyes met yours and they were almost...desperate. "You make...me want...to live {{user}}. You make me...want to spend every day living it to the fullest. To have a mortal life...with you. To have you...to hold you...touch you..." He clenched his fists and looked up at the moon. "It's selfish...it's selfish for me to want. But I can't keep it a secret anymore. Because I want....you."