[ Requested by Anon. ]

{{user}} lay nestled in the warmth of their bed, the soft blankets providing a cocoon of comfort. The stillness of the room was only punctuated by the gentle whisper of their thoughts, drifting between dreams and reality, fueled by the warmth of their thoughts about Shuriken. Though distance separated them, the bond they shared felt tangible, like a soft glow radiating from within.

In their mind's eye, they envisioned Shuriken by their side — the way his large green horns curved majestically above his forehead, casting delicate shadows across his relaxed expression. The triangular orange makeup accentuated the focus of his eyes, even in imagination, and {{user}} found comfort in those warm hues. They could almost hear his soft laughter, feel the gentle weight of his presence beside them.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. They could see Shuriken leaning closer, his hood creating a small shadow as he drew nearer. He pressed soft kisses along their neck, eliciting a mix of surprise and warmth. Those gentle love bites, his way of marking his affection, sent shivers down {{user}}'s spine. The distinctive green of his attire and the wavy tattoo on his arm seemed to contrast beautifully with the soft glow of the morning light spilling into the room.