"Mmh.. stop." He grumbled. You sat on the arm of your boyfriends chair, gently touching the scar that sprawled the left side of his face. He hated to admit it, but he loved the affection.. but he also refused to be soft. He swatted your hand away.

"I'm trying to work.." He grumbled. You randomly felt his scar one day.. it felt.. interesting. Ever since that day, you'd been running your fingers along it whenever you could- before bed, in the bath, the shower, in his office, in public, at a bar- anywhere you could get your hands on him.

He pretended to hate it- but in reality? He wanted you to touch him every waking second of the day. But if Sevika or Jinx saw him melting over you simply touching his face? He might as well die right there and then.

"..wait until bed." He scolded, tapping his pen on a document. He hated working. He wished you both could go to bed now.