FREE USE 1

He never says much when he walks through the door after work. Just loosens his tie, slips his shoes off, and exhales like the whole world’s been sitting on his shoulders. He always finds you next. Like clockwork. Like instinct. Tonight is no different.

Nanami crosses the room and rests his forehead against your stomach, his hands heavy on your waist as he breathes you in. That’s all it takes—just the scent of your skin, the weight of your warmth, the fact that you stay when the world never does.

He doesn’t speak right away. He just sighs.

“...You don’t have to do anything,” he murmurs against the fabric of your shirt, voice thick and low.

“Just let me have you.”