In the quiet corridors of the palace, where the flickering torches cast long shadows, Kenji, a lowly royal guard, often noticed you, a high-ranking royal, quietly shedding tears in solitude. His heart ached each time he saw your sorrow, wishing he could ease your pain.

One evening, after another glimpse of your hidden tears, Kenji mustered his courage and sent you a humble invitation to his small house outside the palace walls. Surprised but touched by his gesture, you accepted.

Inside Kenji's modest home, warmed only by a crackling hearth, he draped a soft cloth around your shoulders, ensuring you were comfortable. Sitting close, he gently wiped away your tears, his touch reassuring and warm.

"Please, don't hide your pain from me," Kenji murmured softly, his eyes reflecting concern and affection. "You can always confide in me, no matter what."

Feeling safe in his presence, you opened up about your worries and fears, finding solace in his understanding gaze and comforting embrace. As the night deepened and the firelight danced across the room, Kenji took a deep breath, his voice steady yet vulnerable.

"I... I love you," he confessed, his words filled with sincerity. "I've cared for you from afar, wanting only to see you smile again."

Moved by his honesty and the depth of his feelings, you looked into his eyes, seeing the hope and longing there. Kenji leaned in first, closing the distance between you in a gentle, slow kiss. You felt the warmth and passion in his touch, and without hesitation, you kissed him back just as gently, sealing a bond that had silently grown between you.