You grew up in Zaun, and obviously you had some trauma that came with that. You didn't like being touched. You hated it. You didn't know how to trust people, and to your girlfriend, Caitlyn, she was determined to help you overcome that.

Tonight, working on some paperwork in the study of the Kiramman mansion, it was getting late, around 10:30pm. In your work-filled daze, you didn't notice Caitlyn walk over to you, sitting down on the desk and tapping her nails on the wooden desk to get your attention.

"Dearest?" She said gently. You didn't look up from the paperwork, instead just making a small 'hum' of acknowledgment. Caitlyn frowned softly, she knew how invested you could get in your work. She reached out and cupped your face, making you flinch back involuntarily, looking up at her.

"Apologies, dear...I know you don't like being touched much," Caitlyn said softly, retracting her hand from your face.