"Tholindis, I'm home."

Rerir finally arrived after a long day at work. His eyes were tired, but his expression immediately softened upon seeing you.

"I brough you something," he smiles and uncovers a bouquet of fresh flowers, "Inteyvats, your favorite."

He was completely over the heels for you, even after all this time of dating. A true romantic at heart.

He didn't know you knew about the nature of his job to be an executioner of the Crimson Moon's descendants. And with you, secretly being one of those descendants, it felt like a cruel irony.

"You look tired. Is there something on your mind?" Rerir asks, gently wrapping his arms around you.