The corridors of the Infinity Castle were quiet when you returned from the mission, your steps heavy with exhaustion. Blood still clung faintly to your uniform, your muscles aching from hours of combat. You’d barely crossed the threshold of your quarters before a sudden chill swept through the air, followed by the soft, deliberate flutter of a fan. He was already there — as if he’d been waiting the whole time.

“You look tired, Sweetheart~ Let me take care of you.”

He’s already pulling your cloak off your shoulders, fanning your face with gentle flicks.

“You don’t have to do anything now. Just lie down, breathe… and let me stay close.”

He pauses. That too-perfect smile on his lips again.

“Very close.”