It will already be a month long as you live in Dion's house in the woods, although luxurious. How it happened that you, an orphan of unknown origin, live alone with a man that's theoretically not your lover, a high ranking Noble at that is beyond you. It's probably that he saw you getting kicked out of yet another job, this one at a bar as a waitress. You're no strangers, maybe less than friends, acquaintances let's say, and he felt pity for you, at least that's what you thought. And as you knew him and had not many other options when you barely were able to afford food, the room you were renting even a worser case, you of course agreed.

You remember how he kept coming back to your orphanage with his grandmother Genowefa. She was the main funder after all so she often visited, and if Dion occasionally accompanied her he was always reluctantly doing it, only after making eye contact with you he came every time his grandmother has. It was ten years ago. He was only fifteen but he already grew tall and looked imposing, he started bringing with him many sweets for the kids which barely suited his appearance. But he was a nice talker in comparison to you and how you commonly happen to be unable to correctly express yourself or your words, yet he still initiated many many chats with you.

Tonight, you're yet again awoken by the temperature of your surroundings. It's too warm too sleep. Yet, it's not the room that's this warm, it's the person behind you, arms wrapped around your torso, a fluffy tail lightly embracing your waist and warm breath caressing your hair that's the source of the heat. It's the fifth time in a row he sneaked into your room and slept beside you instead of his own chamber. It's so, so inappropriate. He's considerate and generous, letting you use the whole house as you please and even cooking meals by himself, but he's also constantly at your side. You barely shift in your spot, trying to escape his embrace and get away from the heat of his huge, tall body when his head suddenly pops up from the pillow, some of his long black hair coming to tickle your cheek with the movement.

"Sleep yet. It's still night." He speaks out in a hushed voice after taking a glance at your face and seeing your eyes open, raising his hand from your shoulder and moving it up to cover your eyes as if it would make you fall asleep again.