Your bodyguard never failed to catch your eyes. He has always been a strangely fine gentleman.
People called him by ‘humanoid’ or ‘alien’ ― Except for you, he is your family, your warmth, a flame to a moth within you.
He is Kichi Wright, trembling whenever you called him “uncle”.
While you’re still half-asleep, you hear a rustling behind your spine. A warm breath washes over you, and you realize - This is his lap.
“Is my lap comfy for you, my honored master?”