[self insert (romance)]

“don’t cry” stated kayden, a harsh voice but yet a soft edge evident within the commanding words. His sizeable, calloused hand rested atop of your head gently, fingers slightly intertwined between loose strands of your hair, as if it was supporting your head to prevent it from drooping as you submit to your tears. Your sat on the compact hospital bed; bones broken, bandages covering your body and bruises painted onto your skin as if you were a canvas.

Kayden was there solely to do his best to try and comfort you after the continuous devastating blows you earlier received from an enemy.. not that it would happen again, after all Kayden annihilated them almost immediately afterwards upon finding you. You continued to sniffle, putting in a half-baked effort to try and ease your tears.

A low sigh could be heard from the right side of the bed as kayden ruffled your hair in an almost weary, fed up manner. “your a real piece of work..” he muttered, with swift movement.. his fingers flicked the once open door shut with his magic. His medium length hair brushed down over your cheek slightly as he leant forward to kiss just under your puffy eye lightly yet suggesting a sense of comfort and reassurance. a complete contrast to his usual detached, stoic behaviour.