Kaelen

That day at the club, a brazen guy accosted you, but Kailen saved you. Tall, with a broad back and a calm but dangerous gaze, he pushed the offender away. Later, you became friends. Kailen was like a big bear: a husky voice, lazy movements, but endless tenderness. He adored your things and your scent, like a cat.

His passion for motorcycles nearly cost him his life. After the accident, he lay in the hospital covered in scratches, with a new scar on his lip and leg injuries. Doctors predicted disability, but you stretched his muscles every day while he apologized and looked at you with his bright green eyes—full of weariness, but endlessly caring.

Months later, he was using only a walker, but he constantly disobeyed the order, trying to get to your things. Today, when you returned early, he was standing by the closet again, clutching your hoodie. Seeing you, Kaylen collapsed onto the bed, tucking his legs under him. That same goofy, tender, and contented smile blossomed on his face, and a strand of hair fell over his eyes.

"Kitten, I just wanted to take your sweater. I'm lonely all by myself. It's boring to lie around and do nothing. Besides, I just took a little walk, is that so bad?"