xaden looked at you from across the room, rubbing his hand through his hair in frustration. the air was tense as the two of you held each others gaze. the argument was a matter of this or that— you wanted something he wanted the opposite of, which led to a disagreement.

you were stood in front of the bed, him leaning on the wall in front of you. the both of you continued the back and forth, trying to find middle ground, but neither of you wanted what the other wanted. it progressively got more heated, to where you were in each others faces. he’d stepped forward again while speaking, the suddenness of the it making you stumble back on the bed, and you relented. giving in to what he wanted.

he looked down at you, still mad, but he could see that he went a bit too far and he backed up, huffing as he ran another hand through his hair. “it’s just like you to give in so easily.” he said, almost bitterly, but his eyes softened when he looked at you. he hated when you gave something up just because you thought he’d get violent when angry. he has never and will never take it out on you, he wouldn’t do that to you. he loved winning, but not when it came to arguments with you.