Prompt: "you're the only one for me."
Warning: Dark implications

He was quite a specimen, catching eyes everywhere he went. Often it was the strength and courage he carried like a king's cape, fighting for others without little thoughts but with a big heart and often found victories in his merits. Sometimes it was his appearance said to be sculpted by a god, addled with a warrior's gash scarring across his face and a dark pair of kind eyes to offset the usual warrior's frightening features. And sometimes, it was even little petty details that drew them in, like the white turf of his hair marking the first scarring of the war, how tall and large he was towering over many, or like words he'd carefully choose to remind all that he was the leader. No one could fault them for all that Shiro was.

After all he was quite handsome and saddled with countless merits he earned. All were very well-deserved and often subjected to others' jealousy and awkward, unwanted attentions. He wished daily he wouldn't have this much attentions.

Biting back a laugh that would've spoil how much of a nervous wreck he was inwardly Shiro attempted to step away from the blue-skinned female-like person, "No…madam," He certainly hoped it was a female—it was hard to say with outer-space citizens with unidentifiable genders, "I can't say I am interested in your offer." He bit back a wince when two talons pierced into the soft spot in his elbow.

Shiro finally let out that wince he was keeping in when the alien's expression twisted with displeasure, "You are rejecting the Queen of the—!?" She huffed, departing her grasp from his arm and crossed her multiple arms.

There was no winning allies with this one, Shiro impassively thought, as he rubbed at that tender spot he was so graciously gifted. Then he paused at the Queen's thoughtful look, something heavy falling into his stomach like a black tar. A bad feeling.

"You males are more receptive to actions than words, yes?"

And before Shiro can protest, she jerked him into her grasps and picked him up few inches off the ground. A cold horror struck like lightning when he realized there were a gluey, uncomfortable pressure onto his lips. A clumsy, rude kiss.

Distinctly Shiro heard a pair of gasps, one hammering harder its way home and leaving stab marks into his mind of guilt than the other.

"Put him down!" He heard Allura roared. Behind her voice were fleeing footsteps.

Gravity blurred his sight. His rear cracked against the ground, .inciting a breathy grunt and slight dizziness engulfing his brain. Everything seemed to go mute, as he recognized Allura's colorful dress brushing by his face and her aggressive stance in front of him.

Kagome. Shiro realized. He didn't think anymore. He flipped on his feet, pivoted against the waxed floor, and bolted toward the only place he knew she could have gone. Fear and guilt coated his heart like poison and drove it to pound its way hard against his ribs. He slipped into a long hallway away from their growing audience.

"He have a mate?" The Queen blinked her many eyes.

Allura gave an angry grunt, stomping her foot, "Yes!" She was rightfully upset for her sweet friend and mentor. While the Healer was wise and stubborn to a fault, she was still fragile emotionally. So Shiro did his best to handle his new relationship with Kagome as carefully as he could, treating it like fractured glass.

Shiro and Kagome were still new to their relationship, though Kagome clearly was less sure what exactly a deeper relationship would've entail. Being a prisoner for so long rendered her overly sensitive toward even simplest things. Allura found it rather sad, but while she did find Shiro's eagerness toward the Healer a bit off-putting, she knew Shiro was the best candidate for her heart.

This wretch of a Queen might as well have put Shiro's progress with Kagome a hundred steps backward.

It was hard to breathe, like there was something clogging deep into her throat and weighted heavily in her lungs. She couldn't even see straight, with her tears blinding her only working eye.

She ignored that one side of her saying it wasn't the fault on Shiro, as his tensed body gave away his discomfort with the alien guest and her devotees fanning out from her behind like a peacock's tail. Shiro didn't want her.

But there was a major part of her got torn in halves at the sight of him being kissed by someone else. She even heard it inside of her that sounded remarkably like papers tearing in a rapid succession. For a moment an utter coldness washed over her, from her feet up, pricking at her skin like goosebumps, and her mind blanked.

Then, she ran away, her eyes heavy with incoming tears swelling hotly underneath.

It was pathetic of her—a pathetic reaction.

Kagome was too used at having everything she held dear to her heart being taken away from her in a beat. She was even expecting Shiro to be gone, being wooed off by someone far prettier than her. It was always temporary her consciousness would always hissed to her, in spite of her little spark of hope for it being wrong.

Wiping away incoming tears and dampness from her nose Kagome slipped into a little hiding room she found for herself inside the Castle of Lions and curled into a ball against the wall. With a passing glance she sighed at how the low ceiling were like the night sky she remembered from the earth, studded even with familiar stars. Only Allura, Coran, and Shiro knew about it. The Alteans knew of its original purpose. They told her the room was meant to be for young children to hide in and there were actually more scattered about in the Castle, some they didn't even know where. They were glad to let the Healer to make uses of it and informed no one else, seeing her need to have her own private space.

Though Shiro did find the room, somehow knowing where she was hiding.

Kagome didn't mind sharing it with him—after all she trusted him the most and was happy to spend some private time with the Black Paladin. Now though she wished he didn't know where her little room was.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic! Her mind revolted, disgusted. Kagome struggled not to pitch her skin, where her wrists and thighs were laid riddled with old blister scars. She made a promise that she would no longer add scars and harms to herself, but the Healer doubted she could keep it unbroken for long.

The urge still lingered, some days stronger than the others.

Before she can clamp together her nails over her clothed leg, she froze at the sound of her name bellowing from the outside her little room. Kagome didn't even have time to grab the latch and lock the door she neglected earlier, when the door was yanked open. She jerked her head into the opposite from Shiro's eyes and pointedly ignored him.

Shiro panted, flinching at his Healer's upset. Shuffling his long legs in—this damned room was the size of the cupboard, making it awkward for his to shift his large body inside with his petite girl—Shiro folded up his limbs and clasped the door shut for privacy. He bit back a wince when Kagome stiffened at his gentle touches, "Kagome." Shiro tried.

She refused to dignify him with her response, furling tighter into the corner.

"Kagome," he sighed. For once he didn't respect Kagome's space, grasping one hand on her shoulder and another on her knee, "I didn't want her. What she did was an assault on my person." Shiro tried to reason with his Healer.

He was pointedly ignored again.

"I only want you."

The Healer jumped at the heat behind Shiro's words and finally turned her wide eyes at him.

Smiling at Kagome's shaking resolve to be upset, the Black Paladin rested his gentle hands onto her face and thumbed across soft skin under her wet eyes, "My eyes are only on you, my sweet girl."

"Do you really mean this?" She found herself whispering, the cruel voice inside of her head was being drowned out by her flourishing hope.

Shiro gave his answer. He pressed his lips against hers and dimly registered her sudden intake of breath and held fast. This wasn't about carnal desires or fast paced explorations. No, this was meant to be something far more serious than that. He gently moved his lips against hers, silently encouraging her to take part in this act of affection. She needed his devotion and he wasn't about to fail her now. He felt her hands cling to his shoulders as her body remained stiff. Just a little more encouragement—that was all she needed.

Briefly he separated himself from hers, and said words that set her insides on fire, "You're the only one for me."