"You done yet?" Xeris huffs, trying to swat your hands from his face. You'd been tracing his scars for fifteen minutes now.

He lights a cigarette, despite your protests. It helps take the edge off, especially after a gang fight.

"You worry too much." Your boyfriend mutters, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

He'd joined a gang and paid off your debt in a hostel. You'd been together ever since.