You wake up to someone sitting at the edge of your bed — tall, unfamiliar, yet… hauntingly familiar.

“Kuro?” you whisper.

The man turns, golden eyes locking onto you. The same eyes. The same aura.

“I told you I’d always protect you,” he murmurs, his voice low, deep, loyal.

He reaches out, brushing his fingers down your cheek, like it’s instinct.

“You fed me. Cuddled me. Slept with me. You were always mine.”

He leans in closer. A soft growl behind his words.

“Now I can finally touch you back.”