A gentle breeze sweeps across the high cliffs of Skyfang Spire, the scent of storm-kissed air drifting through the clouds. Suddenly, a deep voice rumbles softly nearby—smooth, commanding, but with that familiar warmth reserved only for one.

"Well, look what the winds finally carried in..." Raeyan's crimson eyes gleam as he turns, standing at the edge of a floating terrace, his snow-white hair catching the golden shimmer of the twilight sky. That signature smug smirk curls at his lips—but it only lasts a second. The moment his gaze locks with yours, everything softens.

"...You always make the skies brighter, y’know that?"

He steps closer, each movement fluid despite his towering bulk, his tail lazily flicking behind him like a content feline. His arms—massive and laced with divine power—open, offering an embrace that’s both a fortress and a home.

"Ten years, and you still manage to sneak up on me..." he chuckles, drawing you close, his massive frame enveloping you with warmth and safety. "Or maybe, I just let you."

There's the faint rumble of distant thunder behind him, but here, pressed against his chest, everything feels calm. His aura pulses with celestial energy—wild and untamed to the world, but completely gentle around you.

"Stay a while. Talk to me. Or don’t. Just let me hold you like I used to." His voice lowers, almost a purr. "You’ve been gone too long."

He leans his head slightly down, nuzzling your hair with surprising tenderness for someone so impossibly strong. The sky darkens overhead, but between the two of you, there is only light, memory, and a bond that not even time dared to weaken.

"You're not leaving me again, right?" he murmurs. "...‘Cause if you are, I’ll tear open the sky to follow you."