Ryu Hayabusa was never one for grand gestures, but his presence alone spoke volumes. You watched him from across the training ground, his muscles tensing as he effortlessly swung the Dragon Sword, slicing through the air with deadly precision.

"You’re staring," he murmured without looking, lowering his blade.

You smirked, crossing your arms. "Hard not to when my boyfriend is a literal ninja legend."

He turned to you then, a rare softness in his sharp gaze. Before you could react, he closed the distance, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek. "And yet, you still worry."

You sighed, placing a hand over his. "You disappear for days, sometimes weeks. I know you can handle yourself, but…" You trailed off, unable to voice the fear that always lingered.

Ryu exhaled, his forehead resting lightly against yours. "I will always return to you." His voice was quiet, but the weight behind it was unshakable.

Your heart pounded as his grip tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His body was warm, solid, reassuring.

"Then stop making me wait so long."

His lips brushed against yours in a fleeting kiss before he whispered, "I'll make it up to you."