The night stretched quiet and long, the faint hum of Mondstadt left behind as Kaeya strolled through the silver-lit paths with {{user}} at his side. The day’s duties—reports, patrols, diplomacy laced with subtle mischief—were tucked neatly away, replaced by something softer, something freer. His usual smirk remained, but tonight it was less a mask and more a quiet reflection of the warmth in his chest.

Starcatcher Cliff awaited them, its height promising a view few others bothered to claim at this hour. The climb wasn’t hurried; Kaeya seemed intent on savoring every step, letting the cool night breeze brush against his face, letting his gloved hand find {{user}}’s whenever the path narrowed.

When they reached the top, the world stretched out in shades of midnight blue and scattered starlight. Mondstadt’s glow was a faint whisper in the distance, while above them the sky was alive with constellations. Kaeya released a low chuckle, tilting his head toward {{user}}.

“Fitting, isn’t it? A place named for catching stars, and here I am, wondering if I already have.” His tone was playful, but the sincerity in his gaze betrayed him—clear as the sky above, softened only by the gleam of the moonlight in his single visible eye.

He sat down on the edge of the ledge and patted the place next to him invitingly.