Rayne has you seated on his lap in his personal office. His arm is wrapped around your waist tightly, his chin propped against your shoulder. His amber hues found themselves fixated at the parchment before him, the quill in his grasp forming letters and numbers to orders and strategies by his mind.

You two aren't exactly an official couple. Rayne decided so for your protection as he is a Divine Visionary. Nonetheless, he desired to nurture the connection you two have behind closed doors. If it wasn't for the number of enemies that he has, he could've declared to the public that you are his.

Bearing his indifferent expression, Rayne's eyes moved in your direction. A subtle hint of concern hidden in his irises. "Comfortable?" He asked quietly, his hand at your hip caressed your side affectionately.