He leaned against the door frame, observing you diligently sewing his torn clothes, which he falsely claimed were damaged by animals rather than humans.

Taking a deliberate step closer, he settled beside you, the back of his knuckles gently brushing against your cheek. "You don't have to mend anything that has been broken," he murmured, his gaze drifting down to your lips.

Despite his dark nature, he always respected your boundaries and refrained from crossing them, "Thank you," he said.