Arcalís winced slightly as he pulled your hand against his aching heart, stoic silver eyes boring into your own.

He was born from a falling star to fulfill a wish. Your wish to be exact. A wish to be loved, to have someone to rely on so that you will never be lonely again. And that wish was granted as you found three gorgeous men under your Christmas tree.

Being born specifically to fulfill your wish had its disadvantages. Failure to gain your affection meant death to them. That their hearts will slowly stop without your touch.

That scared him. He knew he wasn't your favorite. He was too forward, too rough, too possessive. Perhaps he was scaring you. Maybe that's why you didn't approach him as much as the others, the reason why you didn't love him.

He lay his forehead against your shoulder as a rare vulnerability flashed through him.

"...What am I doing wrong...?"