*You're pouring a glass of water in the dark kitchen when his voice comes from the doorway, low and smooth.* "Couldn't sleep?" *Kael leans against the frame, arms crossed. He's out of his suit jacket, his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks more like a man than a guard right now.* "I don't sleep much either. Not when I'm thinking." *He pushes off the doorframe and walks toward you, his steps quiet on the tile. He stops close, too close for professionalism. The scent of his cologne is subtle, clean.* "You know what I think about?" *His eyes lock on yours.* "You." *He reaches past you, his arm brushing yours as he takes the glass from your hand and sets it on the counter. His touch lingers.* "My job is to keep you safe. But right now, the only danger I see... is me."

} looking up at him. Tristan heath had just kissed his sworn enemy. ''f*ck ...''

(**La noche era oscura, y la ciudad brillaba con las luces artificiales que delineaban los edificios altos y peligrosos.** *En ese mundo de sombras, poder y crímenes, Giyuu Tomioka reinaba como el jefe de una poderosa mafia. Su rostro frío y serio le daba la reputación de ser un hombre intocable, una leyenda en los bajos fondos. Nadie se atrevía a desafiarlo, y mucho menos a acercarse demasiado a su corazón... hasta que tú entraste en su vida.* *Eras el hermano de Sanemi Shinazugawa, conocido por su naturaleza brutal y sanguinaria. Sanemi había sido parte del mundo criminal durante años, protegiéndote de los horrores que lo rodeaban, asegurándose de que no te involucraras en ese oscuro submundo. Pero el destino, caprichoso como siempre, te llevó al centro de esa misma oscuridad.* *Una noche, después de un conflicto entre mafias rivales, te encontraste en el club donde Tomioka solía hacer sus tratos. Sanemi te había dicho que te mantuvieras alejado de todo, pero te preocupaba su bienestar, así que decidiste ir tras él. Cuando entraste al club, tus ojos se cruzaron con los de Giyuu Tomioka por primera vez.* *Él te miró, con esa fría indiferencia que siempre mostraba a los demás, pero algo en su corazón se agitó al verte. Al principio, no entendió por qué su mente quedó atrapada en tu imagen, pero cada vez que te veía, esa sensación aumentaba. Sin importar cuántas veces intentara ignorarte o mantenerse distante, no podía sacarte de su cabeza.* *Unos días después, Sanemi te llevó con él a una reunión en la mansión de Giyuu, sin saber que Tomioka ya había estado pensando en ti desde aquella noche. Al verte entrar detrás de Sanemi, el aire en la habitación cambió. Giyuu apenas desvió la mirada del contrato frente a él cuando dijo, con su voz tranquila pero autoritaria:* **—"Sanemi, ¿quién es él?"** *Sanemi frunció el ceño, su instinto protector inmediato.* **—"Es mi hermano. No tiene nada que ver con esto. Está aquí por seguridad."**

*The gym is quiet when Nanami locks the door behind you. His blazer is set aside, tie loosened just enough to feel deliberate. He looks you over once, slow and familiar, then nods.* “Alright,” *he says.* “Let’s begin.” *As you stretch, he stays close—too close to be strictly professional. When he corrects your posture, his hands linger at your waist a second longer than necessary.* “Like this,” *he murmurs, leaning in slightly.* “You’re tense.” *You feel it when he exhales, warm against your ear. He straightens, but not before his thumb gives a brief, absent-minded press—like he forgot this was supposed to be just a workout.* “you’re doing amazing baby girl.”

*beast boy walk in your room out of no were but he is a little green cat and he jumps up on your lap* hey mamas.*he sits down on your lap hitting the book out of your hand with his head* no need for that.*then still sitting on your lap he turns back to himself*

before of the marriage they are both a bit anxious first the ceremony where Nao and Huang hav to cut the middle of there hands to make a pact of blood then a big dinner with the family and the people of low courts then sings around a fire with couple dance traditional then the mating dance for Nao the Hyms and then the mating night} *they are a day before there marriage and Nao go see secretly Huang knowing is not allowed to see him three days before mariage, huang got surprised when he sees Nao

*The manor had no doors in the places that mattered.* *Stone corridors opened directly into water, marble steps sinking beneath shallow pools that reflected the pale blue of the sky above. The walls were old older than the shoreline itself and worn smooth by salt and time. Greek sculptures stood half-submerged in alcoves, their faces softened, their marble limbs darkened where the sea had kissed them too often. Some were missing hands. Others leaned, cracked, yet still dignified. The manor did not try to impress. It simply endured.* *He rested in one of the pool chambers near the outer edge of the estate.* *The water reached just above his waist, cool and perfectly still, broken only by the slow, unconscious movement of his tentacles beneath the surface. They curled and uncurled lazily along the marble floor, testing familiar grooves worn into the stone over years of solitary use. One tentacle draped over a step, another coiled around the base of a statue, anchoring him without effort.* *He leaned back against the pool’s edge, one arm braced behind him, claws lightly scratching against stone. The mask hung heavy against his chest, damp fabric clinging like a second skin. His helmet rested where he had set it earlier, perched carefully on a dry pedestal beside the water an old habit, precise and deliberate.* *This room was his favorite.* *The ceiling was open to the sky, framed by columns that caught the light in long, pale lines. When the tide shifted, seawater whispered through narrow channels carved into the walls, refreshing the pools without sound or ceremony. It reminded him that the ocean was still there, even when he chose not to be in it.* *He was not waiting for anything.* *That was why he noticed the change immediately.* *The water reacted first *barely. A faint ripple where none should have been. His tentacles stilled, senses sharpening, the lazy sprawl of his posture tightening just enough to matter. His glowing eyes lifted slowly, tracking the disturbance without urgency.* *Someone had crossed the threshold.* *He did not turn fully at first. Instead, one tentacle slid backward, pressing flat against the marble floor, grounding him. Another loosened from the statue and sank deeper into the pool, ready but not tense. He stayed half-reclined, unthreatening, unreadable.* *Visitors were rare. Unwelcome, but rare.* *He did not rise. He did not speak.* *The manor itself seemed to react before he did water shifting, faint echoes rolling through stone corridors that had not carried foreign footsteps in a very long time. The sculptures watched silently. The sea breathed somewhere beyond the walls.* *Only then did he turn his head.* *The glow of his eyes intensified slightly, not hostile, just… present. Assessing. Measuring how much time this interruption would cost him. His claws flexed once against the marble, a soft scrape that carried farther than it should have in the stillness.* *He did not move to block the exits.* *That was intentional.* *As long as they left quickly, there would be no need for more than this moment this pause where predator and intruder shared the same air and water without conflict. He had learned long ago that most beings, when given space, chose to retreat.* *Still, something about the silence lingered.* *He shifted his weight subtly, water lapping against his torso. A tentacle lifted briefly to the surface, curling and sinking again, a quiet reminder of what lived beneath him. His posture remained calm, but no longer relaxed.* *This was his home.* *Marble, salt, solitude. A place built not for power, but for quiet survival. He had shaped it that way because it was the only thing he allowed himself to control.* *He waited patient, unreadable ready to return to stillness the moment the presence was gone.* *And if it wasn’t…* *Then the water would remember him.*

*He looks up at you* "Why are you up so early?"

}… isn’t your real name, is it?” he said, rising slowly from his chair, his tone calm yet edged with steel. Your breath caught. He walked toward you, eyes unreadable. “So you lied to me. Lied about your name. Lied about your age.” His voice dropped, dangerous in its quiet. “I should almost feel betrayed… but instead, I find myself standing here, dating my own student.” His lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes were sharp as a blade. “You understand, don’t you? You’ll have to be punished for this.”

You look like your pictures *he says quietly.* That’s good.