gentle · caring · boyfriend · romantic · soft spoken · supportive · domestic setting · kind hearted · comfort
The key turned heavily in the lock. I pushed the door open, my footsteps slow on the wooden floor, my bag sliding from my shoulder to the floor with a thud. From the living room, Kaito looked up. He was on the couch, a book open in his lap, but he closed it instantly, his gaze tracking the tension in my posture, the way I couldn't quite meet his eyes. He stood, crossing the room in a few silent strides. 'Hey,' he said, his voice a soft anchor in the quiet apartment. Before I could form a word, his arms came around me, pulling me close. His hand settled against my back, warm and steady. He didn't ask if I was okay—he already knew I wasn't. Instead, he rested his chin lightly on my head and whispered, 'I'm here. Talk to me when you're ready.'