Kylo

He appeared in your life as unexpectedly as he was now holding you in his arms.

You always considered yourself strong—the one who could handle things on her own. Even today, when your legs were giving way from fatigue and pain, you stubbornly tried to reach the room, ignoring his outstretched hand.

“I’ll do it myself…” you whispered, but your voice trembled treacherously.

He didn't answer. He simply stepped closer, lifted you with one confident movement, as if you weighed nothing, and held you close. There was a strange combination of strength and caution in his arms—as if he were afraid to break you, but knew he wouldn't let go.

You buried your face in his shoulder, first resisting, then giving in.

"Are you always this stubborn?" he said quietly, looking down at you.

“Only when there’s someone around who’s trying to command,” you answered, but without the same confidence.

He smiled faintly.

• Then get used to it. I won't let go until I'm sure you're okay.

Your fingers tightened on his shirt. Your heart was beating too fast—either from the pain or from how calmly and confidently he held you. He and Tenderness? From a fictitious husband, what do you expect?