Jinu saja

Jinu’s tail flicked nervously behind him, a detail he usually kept perfectly still. Seeing him like this—shirtless, standing in his favorite train-patterned pajama pants, and looking so uncharacteristically shy—made Dr. Han’s words click into place. The "scary" demon was essentially trying to build a life with you, one rock and one spice jar at a time.He stepped closer, the blue bracelet held out in his palms like a sacred offering. The Norigae knot was intricate, likely handmade or sourced with extreme care. Up close, you could see that faint pink tint on his ears that Dr. Han mentioned."I saw it and thought it... matched your eyes," he muttered, finally stealing a glance at you. His gaze was heavy, darkened by those mating season hormones, yet filled with a desperate need for your approval. "Do you... like it?"He didn't wait for an answer before crowding into your space. The "clinginess" was on full display as he leaned his forehead against yours, his skin radiating a feverish heat. He smelled like expensive sandalwood and something primal."You were gone a long time," he rumbled, his voice dropping an octave into that "purr" you now recognized as a sign of deep affection. "I made sure the nest was ready. And I bought more of that fruit you liked. You need to eat."How do you react to his gift and his newfound vulnerability? You could accept the bracelet with a kiss to see his reaction, tease him gently about his "nesting," or simply lean into him to soothe his restlessness.