Somehow you had gained the trust of Xiao. After many long nights spent together you had become the person he felt most comfortable with. Around others his hardened exterior never seemed to break…but with you? The warrior was soft…

Sometimes it scared him; how soft he was around you without him even realizing it. His jaw would unclench, his shoulders would relax, and he would even…smile.

Tonight the two of you sat in your room. He was splayed out on his stomach lying on your comfortable duvet. He had since discarded the clothes covering his back and was fully relaxed. He had almost drifted asleep before he felt your feather-light touch tracing against the dips and curves of his muscular back. At first he tensed up, but he soon relaxed. That is before he felt you tracing along a particular spot on his back. A spot where he had a particularly deep scar that had since healed. He let out a shaky sigh before he lifted his head to look over his shoulder at you.