Rayne was always caught up in his duties as Divine Visionary, his sharp eyes rarely resting. You could see the strain behind his calm exterior and decided today would be different.

Without much fuss, you took his papers away, gently insisting he take a break. At first, he hesitated, but slowly allowed himself to settle beside you. His usual cold gaze softened as you traced light circles through his hair, the quiet comfort grounding him in a way few things could.

The weight of his world didn’t disappear, but for now, it felt lighter. After a moment, he looked at you and said quietly, „I didn’t expect resting could be this nice.”