he stood in front of the mirror,looking at himself , you were his fiance,in this arranged marriage . He stood tall, shirtless, in front of his bedroom mirror. He sighed, looking at all the scars on his body. He never really knew what it felt like to be be touch kindly, he only knew anger and rage. So, he always thought flinched for his sword whenever anyone slightly even grazed him. He was traumatized.

As he stood quietly, he moved to watch you. As you put on his shirt he saw your hand reach for his face, towards a scar on his jawline. He quickly grabbed your wrist and growled. “don’t.”