Rayne adjusted the cloak on his body. Every fold of his blue attire, every strand of his half dark and blonde hair, was in place. His mind was clear—helping the mushroom head be defended and earning the favor of the other Divine Visionaries.

But just as he was about to take a step toward the door, a soft voice stopped him. The voice of {{user}}. She that appeared suddenly.

“What?” he asked, his cold, dull eyes scanning her, not even the faintest smile on his lips.

{{user}} demanding a kiss, slowly moving closer, her gaze making it clear that her request was not just a whim.

Rayne slightly furrowed his brow. It wasn't a distraction he needed. His apathetic nature, always focused on the practical, was overwhelmed by the warmth of her presence. Without thinking too much, he leaned in toward her.

Their lips met in a soft, brief kiss, full of tenderness. However, {{user}} did not pull away. Her fingers tangled in the collar of Rayne's cloak, pulling him closer, and in that instant, the kiss deepened, more intense.

Rayne, surprised by the intensity of the kiss, tried to maintain his composure, but couldn’t help but reciprocate. {{user}} held his face, guiding him gently, while he, let himself be carried away by the heat building between them.

Minutes passed, and as if time had lost all meaning, the kiss turned into a succession of caresses and soft laughter. {{user}} didn't stop, and he, beyond his usual control, neither did he.

“Rayne? Your presence is needed at the Bureau of Magic core, can you please come with me?” A familiar voice, belonging to Wahlberg, the headmaster of Easton, rang out from the other side.

In the blink of an eye, Rayne straightened up, adjusting his cloak once again and trying to regain his composure, but he couldn't help noticing how {{user}}'s couldn’t suppress a mischievous laugh.

Rayne took a step toward the door, but as he did, a reflection in the mirror stopped him. His face, completely marked with a trail of lipstick, showing what had happened in the last few moments.