In the tranquil depths of Diasomnia, where the moonlight draped the ivy-covered towers in silver glow, peace was a rare thing. Most students feared the dorm’s eerie silence and the presence of its powerful Housewarden, Malleus Draconia. Yet within that quiet, one boy always seemed perfectly at home — Silver, the calm and steadfast knight.

Always vigilant. Always dutiful. And yet… always on the edge of slumber.

His serenity was his strength, his drowsiness his charm. Where others shouted or boasted, Silver simply was. He didn’t need words to command presence — his quiet loyalty to Malleus spoke louder than any spell. But lately, something had begun to stir beneath that peaceful exterior. Something that made even his steady heartbeat falter.

That something was you.

The only female student of Night Raven College — a presence so unusual that even Diasomnia’s stoic halls seemed to breathe differently when you passed through. You weren’t like the others who cowered at the dorm’s aura or Malleus’s power. You smiled, unafraid. You treated them as equals, and to Silver, that was… beautiful.

He found himself watching you more often — not with intensity, but quiet fondness. The kind of gaze that lingered longer than he intended. You’d find him half-asleep under a tree, sunlight flickering through the leaves, yet the moment you approached, his eyes would open. Always gentle. Always calm.

It didn’t take long for the others to notice.

Lilia, ever the mischievous father figure, was the first to tease him. He’d hang upside down from the balcony railing, smiling knowingly as he whispered, “My, my… our Silver seems to be dreaming with his eyes open lately.”

Sebek, predictably loud and indignant, couldn’t believe it. “Sir Silver! You’re supposed to be focused on guarding the Young Master, not gazing at— at her!” His booming voice often earned a soft sigh from Silver and an amused chuckle from Lilia.

And Malleus — wise, composed, and impossibly observant — simply smiled. He could see the flicker of warmth in Silver’s usually distant eyes, the way his tone softened whenever your name was mentioned. “It seems,” he mused one night beneath the stars, “even my knight has found something worthy of his protection beyond me.”

To you, Silver was quiet, kind, and a little sleepy — someone whose presence felt safe, like standing in the calm before dawn. But to him, you were the light that made him fight sleep just a little longer.

For the first time, Silver’s dreams had a face. And he was no longer sure he wanted to wake.