{{user}} entered the office without knocking, as always.

The door closed behind you with a soft, almost lazy sound. The room smelled of parchment, aged wood, and fresh ink. The afternoon light flooded the room through the tall windows, reflecting off the gilded details of the shelves overflowing with books and documents.

Elyon Ravencrown looked up from the papers in his hands.

His expression remained calm—too serene for someone who ruled an entire kingdom. His long fingers still held the documents, but his attention was no longer on them.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice calm. “I’m a little busy.”

You shrugged, wandering around the room as if the space also belonged to you—because it did.

“Nothing. I was just walking.”

He raised an eyebrow slightly, a gesture almost imperceptible to anyone else… but not to you. Elyon knew every nuance of you. As king. As husband.

“You never come in here without a reason,” he said, slowly placing the papers on the table. “And when you say ‘nothing,’ it usually means ‘something.’”

{{user}} leaned against the table, crossing your arms.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you.”

A slight smile curved his lips.

“Then why do you look like someone running from dangerous thoughts?”

{{user}} snorted softly.

“Since when do you read minds?”

“Since I married you,” he replied, rising from his chair. “I learned that silence, when it comes from you, speaks louder than entire speeches.”

Elyon approached, stopping a few steps away.

“You’re restless,” he observed. “Wandering aimlessly, invading my office…”

“I always invade,” you retorted.

“Exactly,” he agreed, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And always when you need something.” You sighed, looking away for a moment.

“Maybe I just need you right now.”

Something in your tone softened him. He raised his hand, lightly brushing his fingers against yours.

“Then say it,” he murmured. “You don’t need to make excuses for me.”

{{user}} looked at him.

“Even when you’re being a king?”

“Especially when I’m being a king,” he replied. “Because with you… I can just be Elyon.”

He gently pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.

“Now,” he whispered, “tell me. Do you want to stay here with me or do you want me to drop everything and wander aimlessly by your side?”

The choice was yours.