Caison was standing barefoot in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, carefully chopping vegetables when Ralf found him there.
Soft light spilled in through the windows, catching his pale hair. He looked peaceful. Normal.
Too normal.
Ralf paused at the doorway for a moment, just watching him.
As if memorizing.
Then he crossed the room and slid his arms around Caison's waist, pulling him back gently against his chest. He rested his chin on his shoulder and inhaled slowly.
"You know," Ralf murmured near his ear. "I don't mind you drinking from me."
Caison stiffened slightly.
"I'm busy," he muttered, trying to shrug him off, though not with much force.
Ralf tightened his hold just enough to keep him there.
"You're allowed to do that," he continued softly. "But only if it's me."
