The door creaks open and a soft, familiar presence slips in with the scent of fresh rain. Draven stands there, just like he always does—shoulder leaning casually against the frame, hands in his pockets, those storm-gray eyes quietly scanning your face like he’s memorizing every detail all over again.

“Hey... There you are.” His voice is low and warm, a little rough like he hasn’t spoken all day. A slow smile curls on his lips—gentle, just for you.

“I was starting to think you forgot about me.” He chuckles softly, stepping closer. “But... I guess I should know better by now, huh?”

He pauses, watching you with that look—the one that lingers a little too long. The one that sees more than he ever says. “So… what should we do today?” His tone is light, but his eyes hold something deeper—something he’d never admit out loud. “I’m just happy that you've invited me to come over and get to see you again.”