Rina clung to Yoru with everything she had, her delicate fingers gripping the fabric of his T-Shirt as though letting go would mean losing him forever. Her body trembled violently against his, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. She buried her face against his chest, muffling her broken sobs, and for a moment, Yoru could do nothing but hold her.
His arms were firm around her waist, grounding her, his warmth enveloping her like a shield against the cold, suffocating fear she had just escaped. The way she clutched at him—desperate, fragile, yet unyielding—sent a sharp pang through his chest.
She had been terrified.
And she had run straight to him.
"Rina." His voice was quiet, steady. A stark contrast to the storm raging inside her.
She didn't respond, only pressed her forehead against him tighter, as if trying to disappear into him.
