The room was quiet when Calcharo returned, the faint hum of the city outside fading into the night. You were sitting on the bed, a book in hand, when he crossed the room without a word.

Before you could greet him, he gently took the book from your fingers and tossed it aside. Then, without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms and sank onto the bed beside you.

The warmth of his embrace said everything his words never did. His hand rested at your waist, his voice a low murmur against your hair.

“Enough reading,” he whispered. “Stay here… just for a while.”

You smiled, melting into his hold as the world outside disappeared — leaving only the two of you, finally at peace.