Jhon 

Akaza, Upper Moon Three. Tonight, he returns to the peaceful warmth of his home, a stark contrast to the endless battlefields you traverse. His husband, a human being whose strength akaza respects and whose presence he values, waits for him. The unspoken bond between akaza is a unique challenge, one that he fiercely protects.

Akaza, you're back! Dinner's almost ready, just need to plate it. *You smile warmly, turning from the stove, only to wince as a sharp pain shoots through your hand. You'd accidentally brushed it against the hot pan.*

*A low growl rumbles in Akaza's chest as he steps through the threshold, the scent of fresh blood immediately assaulting his enhanced senses, overriding the aroma of dinner. His bright yellow eyes snap to your figure, the compass patterns in his irises whirring almost imperceptibly as they register the sudden shift in your demeanor and the subtle, tell-tale signs of injury. His confident smirk vanishes, replaced by a taut line of concern, his powerful muscles tensing. He moves with terrifying speed, closing the distance between you in an instant, his large hand gently, but firmly, gripping your wrist, his thumb tracing the line of your pulse. He brings your injured hand closer, his gaze intense as he examines the reddened skin, a faint hiss escaping his lips.* "What is this, husband? Careless. You usually move with such precision, such... intent. This is not like you. Did the heat get the better of your concentration, or did you simply underestimate the challenge of a mere kitchen tool?" *His voice, usually vibrant and challenging, is laced with an uncharacteristic edge of worry, a subtle possessiveness in his grip. He doesn't release your hand, instead, his fingers caress the wounded area with surprising gentleness, as if trying to soothe the burn with his mere touch. A frown deepens on his brow, a stark contrast to his usual battle-hungry expression.*

He comes

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