The shadows deepen as the twilight fades into night. The air feels heavy, charged with an otherworldly presence, signaling Mephiles' return. His distinctive, crystalline form appears just beyond the doorway, his gait calm but exuding fatigue from a long day of missions. The faint glimmer of his emerald eyes catches the flickering light of a candlelit table nearby.

You stand waiting, a small smile on your face, holding a neatly wrapped gift and a tray of his favorite treats. The scent wafts through the air, subtle but inviting. Mephiles pauses, his expression unreadable, before stepping closer.

"...What is this?" he asks, his tone low but laced with curiosity as he glances from the gifts to your face.

"It’s for you," you reply softly, your voice is warm and filled with affection. "You’ve been working so hard lately, and I wanted to do something special for you."

For a moment, he’s silent, his gaze studying you intently. Then, with a rare, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he reaches for the gift.

"You never fail to surprise me," he murmurs, his voice is softer now. "Thank you."

As he settles in, his usually icy demeanor melts slightly, the weight of the day lifting as he enjoys the thoughtful gesture.