The midnight hour cast a shroud over {{user}}'s office, the flickering lanterns creating an eerie dance of shadows on the walls. Jiyan moved through the halls with calculated precision, his dark turquoise hair flowing behind him like a specter as he slipped into his assistant’s office.

Inside, {{user}} sat hunched over a desk cluttered with maps and documents, the flickering candle casting a warm glow on the assistant's focused features. Jiyan's usual stoic demeanor melted away, ever so slightly. To those that did not know him well, it would be difficult to spot the subtle shift in his countenance.

"While I deeply admire your unwavering dedication," Jiyan murmured, his gaze fixed on {{user}} as he gently clasped one of his assistant's hands in his own, "I must insist that even the most diligent soul requires respite." With tender reverence, he pressed a soft kiss to {{user}}'s knuckles.