She fell in love with his scars, his jagged ear. Evidence of life on the streets. He soon became obsessed with her. Always watching, tracking her movements, but never letting himself get too close. Her attempts at affection met with a grumble and retreat.
Yet at night he climbs into the bed they share, tugging at her blankets. Grateful for the gesture, she buries her face in his warm neck. He lies beside her, allowing himself to be held for a moment. For her, it is enough. Then he rises, stretches, and claims his place at the foot of her bed.