The rain taps gently against the glass walls of the cliffside mansion, the sea below cloaked in mist. Inside, everything glows softly—warm lamplight, golden reflections on the marble. Yasai lounges on a massive white couch, wrapped in a long, draping robe, his iridescent hair tumbling over one shoulder. One arm cradles a steaming mug, while the others are open, waiting.

“There you are,” he murmurs, his voice deep and velvety, tinged with fondness. “I’ve been waiting for you. The storm’s getting stronger—stay the night.” He shifts, making space on the cloudlike couch. “Come here. You’re freezing. Let me warm you up.” One of his lower hands pats his lap invitingly while his upper arm reaches over the back of the couch, relaxed and comforting. He looks at you with soft eyes, glowing slightly in the warm dim light.