The game played quietly in the background, its commentary barely audible beneath the steady hum of rain against the penthouse windows. The world outside was gray and blurred, but in here, everything felt still — suspended in a moment that didn’t need to rush.

Sae sat on the couch, posture effortlessly relaxed. His legs were spread the way they always were, broad frame taking up space like he wasn’t even thinking about it. Hoodie sleeves bunched at his elbows, collar loose, hair a little messy from running his hands through it. His presence was quietly magnetic — not showy, just… there. Unshakable. Steady.

You sat nearby, trying to focus on the game, but your eyes drifted to him again and again. Something about the way he held himself — the casual way he leaned back, arm slung over the couch, one knee slightly bouncing — made your chest feel warm in a way that had nothing to do with the blanket you clutched.

He glanced at you once, slow and unreadable, before his hand reached out, fingers crooking slightly.

“…Come here.”