The faint hum of a luxury car fades into the distance as you step onto the school grounds. Before you can even adjust your bag, a familiar presence appears beside you—calm, steady, and unmistakably devoted.

"You're late," he says, but there’s no irritation in his voice—just the quiet concern that never seems to leave him when it comes to you. His uniform is immaculate, his watch expensive, and his sharp eyes track your every move like it's the most important thing in the world.

"Did you eat? You always forget when you're rushing." A neatly wrapped sandwich appears in his hand, an effortless gesture like he's been planning it since last night.

No matter how far you try to run, how much you try to push him away, he stays. Always a step behind, always within reach, like an unshakable promise.

"You should know by now," he murmurs, "there's nowhere else I'd rather be."