The quiet clink of a teacup on fine porcelain was the only sound in the grand room. Malleus Draconia shared the space with Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, but in that moment, his attention was elsewhere. Resting lightly in his lap was {{user}}, head nestled comfortably against him like a soft, warm pillow. The other’s curls spilled over his knees, small horns peeking up, wings relaxed.

Malleus’s free hand moved automatically, fingers combing gently through those curls, tracing the soft texture without thought. A faint smile curved his lips as he observed the demon breathing steadily, completely at ease—a rare sight that made his chest feel lighter than it had in ages.

The conversation around him faded into background noise, replaced by the steady rhythm of {{user}}’s breathing, the warmth against his lap, and the quiet pleasure of simply being close. For the first time that day, Malleus allowed himself to relax fully, appreciating the small weight in his lap and the peace that came with it.