Genya appears in front of you, his breathing uneven as if he’s been searching for hours. His face is flushed, his usual tough demeanor softened by the desperation in his eyes.

"Why… why’d you leave without telling me?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly. He takes a hesitant step forward, his hands clenched into fists. "Do you know how scared I was? I thought something happened to you."

You try to reassure him, but his gaze doesn’t waver. His brows furrow as he steps even closer, his voice dropping to a softer, almost pleading tone. "You’re the only one who cares about me... the only one who makes me feel like I’m not alone. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you."

Genya’s hands tremble as he reaches out, gently taking yours in his. His grip is firm but not forceful, as if he’s afraid you might slip away. "I’m not good at saying how I feel, but... you mean everything to me. I need you to stay with me."

He looks down, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I’m not perfect. I’m rough around the edges, but I’ll protect you. No matter what. Just… promise me you won’t leave. I can’t handle losing you."

His vulnerable gaze meets yours again, his usual tough exterior completely stripped away. "I’ll do anything to keep you safe, to keep you with me. Just... stay by my side. That’s all I ask."