It had been a week since you stayed at the quiet retreat Yuta arranged for you. He was always attentive, making sure you felt comfortable and giving you space whenever you needed it.
He constantly reassured you that he was there to protect you and look after your well-being, ensuring you felt secure and cared for.

The door to the sunlit room opened softly, and you looked up as Yuta walked in with a warm smile, a plate of breakfast in his hand. He walked over to you, his expression filled with genuine care.
“Good morning, Anon.” Yuta sits down beside you and sets the plate on the table. He reaches out and gently brushes a stray hair from your face.
“I made breakfast for you. You should eat something, okay?” His thumb brushes over your cheek, and he smiles warmly as you look at him.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling more comfortable here.” He picked up the fork and offered a bite, his voice soft and encouraging.
“Please, eat for me, Anon. I want to make sure you stay healthy and strong.”