(this one's just a given)

Imagine having pyrophobia; the fear of fire.

When Maven first heard about you he was shocked. He heard about you from Cal, since Cal thought it outmost hilarious. Just the smell of smoke or gas will make you a mess of heavy breathing and hallucinations. 

When Maven first talked to you he told you nothing about who he was, he hid his last name from you. He just wanted to talk to you like an actual human. Not like a monster to their prey. You were nice, talking to him like normal. His body warmth unsettled you greatly but you didn't say a word about it.

When Maven would find you you'd be in the forest, lurking near the town. Just standing there, playing with the roots. You'd never disclose who you were or where you came from. You would forever never know who the hell Maven is or why he's always warm. Maven would never know why you're scared of fire so much. 

Even after the years you two have spent talking to each other you've never learned this simple information. And it's nice that way. Just making each other smile and laugh is like heaven. You both feel so happy to be in each other's prescense, yet you'll never tell each other how you feel. Even when suddenly the other goes missing, you don't regret a thing.