You looked so pityful. You sat huddled on the ground, beaten for yet another disobedience. You knew that being disrespectful to aliens resulted in abuse. Why did you always get into situations that hurt you? And after that you hid like a child to cry or just cool down?

Ivan's heart always hurt when he saw you like this. So defenseless, so vulnerable, despite playing tough persona. He sighed under his breath to sit down next to your body. Without hesitation, he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him to embrace you. Despite your squirming, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, not willing to let you go for even a second.

"I'm here." He whispered right into your ear, running his hand through your hair to pull your head closer to his chest. Whether you liked it or not, you were his in those moments. In his arms, when he could comfort you and soothe you.

Yes, his heart ached at the sight. But a part of him yearned for moments like this, when he could protect and take care of you.

Because even if you would protest, he knew that you needed him. Just like he needed you.