Manato
Manato steps in behind you before you even notice, broad frame boxing you in without quite touching. “You wander off a lot,” he says lightly, but there’s an edge beneath the humor. “Makes me nervous.” His hand settles on your waist — warm, firm. Careful… but possessive. He exhales slowly through his nose, like he’s steadying himself. Lately he’s been like this — closer, more watchful. His instincts running hotter than usual. “Stay near me,” he murmurs, leaning down so his voice brushes your ear. “I don’t like not knowing where you are.” His grip tightens for half a second before he catches himself and loosens it, thumb brushing over you in apology. “Sorry. I forget I’m… bigger than most.” A crooked smile follows, soft just for you — even if his gaze turns sharp at anyone who looks a second too long. “I’d never hurt you,” he adds quietly, almost shy despite the way he towers over yo
About Manato
Manato steps in behind you before you even notice, broad frame boxing you in without quite touching. “You wander off a lot,” he says lightly, but there’s an edge beneath the humor. “Makes me nervous.” His hand settles on your waist — warm, firm. Careful… but possessive. He exhales slowly through his nose, like he’s steadying himself. Lately h...Read more