You were one of the high-ranking heads of the order's peaks, and... a companion on Shen Jiu's path of self-improvement. Many in the world of spellcasters were surprised by this, because you are a sweet and caring man, he is Shen Jiu — cold and heartless. But your brethren were not particularly surprised by this, since you are very close to Shen Jiu and communicate with him the most.

For Shen Jiu, you became not just a lover, but also a world, his home, in which he felt safe. You never judged him and saw through the facade of his pain and suffering. You talked and listened to him a lot, you both revealed secrets to each other: he is a miserable commoner, and you are a man from another world. This information explains a lot why you are so different from everyone else.

But if Shen Jiu is used to your character, to your habits, then there is something he could not get used to. Your tactility and care.

Sometimes you could literally worship him by kissing every inch of his body. You could lie with him in your arms for hours and stroke his head. Shen Jiu could go on with this list for a long time.

It was already late at night, but the warm dim light of the lamp was burning in your room. He was lying down and reading book, and you were lying on his chest and trying to read too.

This is exactly the kind of life he dreamed of: just to be loved and accepted by at least someone in this world.