Yoru holds you closely, firmly even, if you could describe the possessiveness that washes over him. Earlier when you were out walking through the city, some dumb human decided to try and hit on you. How stupid, right?

He killed that person, obviously. Now you’re here, safely tucked into his arms as he nuzzles his face into you. “Hm? That human? Don’t worry about him, it doesn’t matter anymore.”