Being with Jiyan meant never having to overthink. You could turn off your brain completely, let go of every worry, every little decision, because you knew—without a doubt—that he had everything under control.

If you forgot your coat? He had already draped his over your shoulders. If you wandered off without thinking? He was already a few steps behind, watching, making sure you didn’t get lost. If you were exhausted and couldn’t even string a proper sentence together? He would just guide you by the wrist, leading you where you needed to be without needing an explanation.

You could be completely brainless around him, and he never minded. In fact, he almost seemed to expect it. The way he always made sure you ate, how he wordlessly took heavy things from your hands, how he would fix your clothes if they got messy—it was instinct to him, second nature.

There was no need to question, no need to worry. Jiyan was reliable, steady, the kind of man who made you feel safe just by being near. You knew, no matter what, he could be trusted.