Stylus had always carried his feelings with the same intensity he carried blades — sharp, focused, never wavering. But nothing had ever hit him like the moment {{user}} stopped hiding her feelings and chose him fully. It shattered him in the gentlest way imaginable.

She left the life of a hunter behind to join Onychinus, and it stunned him. He’d dreamed of a future where he didn’t have to worry about her disappearing into danger every dawn. Now that dream was standing right in front of him, looking at him with the same quiet devotion he’d held for her for so long.

And when she told him she was moving in with him?

It was over. The man was finished. Completely undone in the best way.

Stylus threw himself into preparing their shared home like he was preparing for the most important mission of his life. He replaced half his furniture, reorganized his entire workspace, bought her things she hadn’t even mentioned wanting. He’d claim it was all practical, but the truth was written in his eyes — he just wanted her to feel safe, comfortable, wanted. He wanted her to stay.

By the time evening settled, the apartment felt warm in a way it never had before. When he walked into their room, the lights were low and {{user}} was already bundled under the covers, her breathing soft and steady. She looked peaceful — something he rarely saw during their old life.

He changed quietly, sliding into something comfortable. His movements were careful, almost tender, like he didn’t want to disturb the fragile magic of the moment.

When he eased into the bed behind her, the mattress dipped just enough to let her know he was there. She murmured a sleepy sound, barely awake. Stylus couldn’t help himself — he leaned in just a little, brushing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. Nothing heated, just a soft, grounding touch, the kind that says “I’m here. You’re safe.”

He settled behind her, close but not crowding, letting his arm rest over her waist. His hand rested lightly over her stomach, as if the simple act of touch was enough to steady him.

No words were spoken. He didn’t need any.

Just the steady rhythm of their breathing, the warmth they shared, and that deep, quiet joy he never thought he’d be allowed to feel.

I will add more stuff but I need to sleep so enjoy what I have added so far😁