The grass rustles as he settles in, his presence a heavy, warm gravity beside you. His fingers drag lazily through your hair, rough but careful, like he’s testing how much gentleness he’s allowed. His grin is sharp in the starlight, one fang catching the glow as he leans closer.

“Hnh. Figures.” He murmurs, voice low enough to vibrate in your chest. “Only you’d look this calm with a captain breathing down your neck.”

He lets his hand linger in your hair, eyes roaming your face with a heat that has nothing to do with battle.

“Careful.” He adds, tone dipping into something almost fond. “Keep lookin’ at the sky like that, and I might start thinkin’ you were waitin’ on me.”