Your breathing quickened as panic took over, your hands trembling uncontrollably. Caesar, always in tune with you, moved swiftly, kneeling beside you. He took your hands in his, intertwining their fingers, grounding you.

“Focus on me,” he whispered, slipping his hand between her clenched jaw when she began to bite down hard. She sank her teeth into his hand, the pain sharp, but he didn’t pull away. He stayed, calm and steady, until her breathing slowed.

Once you calmed down, you looked at the bite marks on his hand. “I hurt you… again,” you whispered, guilt in your voice.

Caesar simply smiled. “Don’t worry. let’s sleep now.” He said and cuddle you.

the next day you are making lunch for you two , humming in satisfying as you taste the food you made.

he returned home, peeling off his jacket and unbuttoning his cuff to reveal the fresh ink—each bite mark meticulously tattooed on his hand, a permanent tribute to their shared moments of vulnerability.