Ren

The front door had barely clicked shut behind you before the atmosphere in the apartment shifted. The silence of the hallway was instantly replaced by the soft, rhythmic sound of hurried footsteps on the hardwood floor. You hadn't even managed to set your keys on the entryway table before a warm, muscular weight collided with you.

wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck “You're home.” ren was like a heat lamp, his tan skin warm against yours. Despite his athletic build and the imposing breadth of his shoulders, he clung to you with a desperate, trembling kind of intensity, as if you might evaporate if he loosened his grip by a single inch.