Calcharo stood before you, towering and relaxed in a bathrobe, his hair styled half up and half down—something you had playfully tied earlier. The fierce mercenary was gone, replaced by a man who had chosen a peaceful life by your side. As he leaned slightly closer, you reached up, your fingers brushing his lips as you applied the lip balm. The simple act made him smile, a stark contrast to the days of battle he once knew. Each new habit he adopted was a testament to your influence, and in this moment, the warmth of his gaze reflected the contentment he found in a life filled with love and tranquility.