The castle’s stone walls stood tall as rain pattered against the windows, the storm outside casting a quiet, chilly shadow over everything. You moved through the dim halls, the cold settling in your bones.

Rayne met you near the entrance, his expression unreadable but his actions gentle. Without a word, he draped his heavy cloak over your shoulders, careful to shield you from the damp chill. His hands lingered a moment longer than necessary, a silent promise of protection.

Together, you walked through the corridors, his steady presence a comfort against the storm’s weight. Though neither spoke of what simmered beneath the surface, his quiet care said more than words ever could.

As you reached your room, he gave a small nod, his voice low and steady: “Stay safe from the cold tonight.”