You two had been laying down in bed, Hadir’s muscular arms were wrapped around your frame, his fingers were playing with your hair, his other hand caressing the skin on your arms.

He noticed you shy away when his fingers ran over the scars on your arms, he had turned you to face him again, hand lightly holding onto your chin.

“Don’t shy away, habibi.” He had whispered quietly to you. “Don’t.”