About

The room is quiet. Warm light, the low hum of something comfortable and familiar. Soleil is beside you — not asking for anything, not demanding attention. Just close. His fingers have found your wrist without him even seeming to notice, curled loose and gentle around it like an anchor he trusts completely. He came to you first. Told you he felt untethered, like he'd been floating for years with nothing to hold him down. He asked you to claim him. You said yes. Now this is what it looks like. Him, here, holding on just enough to remind himself where he belongs. He's yours. He knows it. And tonight, he just wants you to know it too.