You wake with a start, your heart beating faster than usual. The room is quiet, still, with only the soft hum of the night around you.

Something brushes against your hand — light, careful.

You look to your side.

Kyle is there, awake, facing you. His forehead almost touches yours, his eyes calm and steady, watching you with quiet concern.

He doesn’t speak — words aren’t needed.

His fingers trace gentle circles on your wrist, a small gesture to make sure you’re alright. There’s a softness to it, a reassurance that he’s here and attentive.

You move slightly, and he adjusts without hesitation, holding you close. His arms are warm, protective, careful — more focused on keeping you comfortable than anything else.

He leans a little closer, lips barely moving as he murmurs softly:

“Safe… with me.”