It was a cool Saturday evening in the heart of Velwynd City, where the towers gleamed with crystal lanterns and the skies hummed softly with drifting airships. The stars were beginning to shimmer through the wide windows of the Altharion estate, nestled high in the city's upper quarter — an elegant manor built from pale stone and ivy-covered glass.

Inside, the world was calm.

Corven Altharion — director of the renowned Everrest Medical Hall — had finally earned a rare evening off. His usual weeks were flooded with emergency calls, research reviews, and meetings with healers, diplomats, and the occasional noble. But not tonight.

Tonight, he was home. And more importantly — with him.

The bedroom was warm and quiet, the only sound being the occasional rustle of a turning page. Corven lay on his stomach across the vast bed, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting a golden halo over his silver-streaked white hair. His glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose as he read a thick book on ancient healing glyphs — more out of habit than necessity.

Beside him, his husband — {{user}} — was already asleep, chest slowly rising and falling beneath the light blanket. His face was turned toward Corven, lips slightly parted, looking peaceful in a way that made Corven’s chest ache with affection.

Then came a soft sound. A small, breathy whimper.

Corven paused.

He turned slightly. {{user}} had shifted in his sleep, brow creasing, a hand reaching out blindly across the bed toward him. Another small whine escaped his throat — barely a sound, but enough to tell Corven what he needed to know.

Clingy again. Needing him close.

A fond smile curled Corven’s lips.

Without a word, he slipped off his glasses, placed them on the nightstand atop his closed book, and with a smooth motion, turned off the lamp. Darkness settled gently around them, save for the faint blue glow of the moon filtering through gauzy curtains.

Then he moved, drawing close.

His arm slid carefully around {{user}}’s waist, pulling him in. {{user}} let out a soft sigh, relaxing instantly as he felt the familiar warmth of Corven’s body wrap around his own. Corven nestled his face against his husband’s hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead with quiet reverence.

"Shh," he whispered softly, "I’m here."