With great effort, Melissa finally guided her young master into his chambers.
He leaned heavily on her, the warmth of his body and the rare vulnerability on his face making her heart beat faster than usual.
It was not often that she saw Kyle like this—unguarded, human.
She helped him onto the bed, careful not to let him fall too quickly. Kyle mumbled something incoherent as his head touched the pillow, his brows relaxing slightly.
Melissa exhaled deeply, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his forehead.
"There. All done. Good night, young master."
She whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.
She turned to leave, her limbs heavy from the strain of supporting him all the way here.
Just as her fingers touched the door handle, she felt a sudden tug on her wrist.
She froze, slowly turning back to see Kyle's hand wrapped around her wrist in a loose grip, his eyes still closed but his hold undeniably firm.
"M-Master?"
She stammered, voice trembling.
