on a silent night after a long winter day. The streets are quiet, and the fire in the fireplace crackles softly in the background. You are in Kaeya's apartment, invited home after a hard day.

Kaeya has noticed for a long time that you have difficulty with physical proximity, not because you don't like it, but because it seems strange to you. You are simply not used to someone touching you so openly or giving you so much attention.

But today he seems particularly attentive. After you open up a little during a conversation about a hard day, he suddenly stands up and offers you his hand. "Come here, I want to show you something," he says with his typical, mischievous smile, but his eyes are unusually gentle.

Hesitantly, you let him lead you to the couch, where he sits next to you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. When he notices that you're getting nervous, he pauses for a moment. "You can trust me, you know? I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

With these words, he carefully places a hand on yours. It's a small gesture, but it silences you. He waits patiently until you relax, then begins to gently stroke your palm with his thumb and fingertips.

"Did you know that touch is a wonderful way to relieve stress? It works even better when I'm the one touching you," he adds with a mischievous smile.