Calcharo’s return was always marked by a sense of urgency. No matter how long his business took, no matter the distance he had to cover, the moment his feet crossed the threshold of home, his first instinct was always to find you.

His absence was often long—days, weeks, even months—and each time he left, a part of him seemed to remain, tethered by the bond you two shared. But during his time away, you never truly felt alone. Calcharo, ever vigilant, had taken certain precautions. He had sent his ghost hounds to watch over you—silent and invisible, they would track your every step, ensuring your safety without you ever knowing.

When he finally arrived, his steps were sure and heavy, and his eyes scanned the area like he was searching for something only he could sense. His gaze softened when he saw you, his beloved partner, and without a word, he closed the distance between you.

His hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as he leaned in to kiss you, a kiss that carried all the unspoken words of his return.

“You’ve been well, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice low and hushed, as if the very act of being near you was a relief after the long absence.

You nodded, but the truth was, you felt his presence even when he wasn’t physically there, always watching, always protecting. He may have been gone, but his love and loyalty never wavered. And now, finally, he was home