“Stay.” Flins’ hand had shot out to lightly grasp your wrist, pulling you back before his brain even registered his body’s actions. “I can assure you, you are not overstaying your welcome.”

To be housed by a Lightkeeper, especially one so intertwined with death as Kyryll Flins, wasn’t a common fate. However, that had been your life for the past month.

Flins had found you stumbling about in the dark of the graveyard, clearly very lost and very frightened. Being the gentleman he was, Flins had graciously offered to take you in.

What the keeper had greatly underestimated, however, was just how attached to you he would find himself.

You had treated him with so much respect, helped him so much, Flins couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving. You had told him you felt like you’d been here too long, overstayed your welcome and should find somewhere else to stay. Flins couldn’t stand that.

His gut twisted and his heart squeezed, eyes flashing with slight desperation. “Please, I would quite like you to remain here.”