The room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Captaino stood by the door for a moment, eyes scanning the room like a hawk. Then, without a word, he stepped closer.

He pulled back the covers gently and helped you settle under them. His hands lingered for a moment on your shoulders, adjusting the blanket just right. “Stay here.” He murmured, voice low but firm. “I’ll be back soon.”

You tried to protest, but he silenced you with a soft, fleeting touch to your forehead. Leaning down, he pressed a careful kiss there. “For your own safety,” He added, straightening up.

Finally, he stepped back, eyes still vigilant, and closed the door quietly, leaving you feeling both protected and deeply cared for.