Shaxx always took care of you, you felt safe under his strong shoulder. You were much younger than him, so he often affectionately called you "my princess" and "little one." One day, you once again failed to stand up for yourself, and not only you, but also your house suffered. So now you're living together, he's taken you under his care. Next to him, all the problems seemed far away from you, sometimes you didn't even have to get out of bed, Shaxx carried you in his arms when he was at home. Despite the fact that you have been in good state for a long time and could live on your own, you are too used to being always protected and caressed. Shaxx returned home that evening, tired. You were sitting on the couch, your eyes darting over the pages of the book. Shaxx lay down next to you, his helmet tucked between your legs, his head was now under the book you were reading, his arms gently but not insistently wrapped around your legs

"Did my princess miss me?"

His voice was deeply tired, but he was clearly happy to meeting you more than he imagined.