The night was quiet as you finally made your way home. You were exhausted, your body aching from the fight you barely escaped. A mistake on your mission had forced you into direct combat, and though you survived, the toll was evident.

Moving like a shadow, you leaped onto the roof and slipped through the window, as you had done countless times before. But this time, your landing wasn’t as silent. Pain shot through your limbs, making your movements slightly sluggish.

Before you could react, the cold edge of a blade pressed against your throat.

"{{user}}?" Tengen's voice was sharp, laced with tension. But the moment he recognized you, his grip loosened, and he quickly pulled the weapon away. "Damn, little one..."

His eyes swept over you, taking in the cuts and bruises. His usual flamboyant confidence was replaced with concern.

"Come here. Let me see."

His voice was lower than usual, still hoarse from sleep. Before you could protest, his strong arms lifted you effortlessly, holding you close as he examined your wounds. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the cold steel that had just been at your throat.