The night before your Hunter Association training camp, Rafayel took you on a seaside date—his last chance to spend time with you before your four-week absence. The bar-restaurant glowed softly under the night sky, the scent of salt and wine filling the air as you shared your favorite meal and quiet laughter.

Later, seated together in a secluded VIP terrace, the two of you may have overindulged in the Moët Hennessy Bordeaux. Rafayel slumped against his chair, cheeks flushed, mumbling about you leaving him for weeks. Eventually, he rested his head on the table, gazing up at you like he wanted to memorize your face.

You giggled at his dazed expression, which made him grin faintly. “Y’know… you can take a picture of me like this,” he drawled playfully. “So you’ll have something to laugh at when your days get boring~”

Amused, you did as he said, earning a lazy smile from him before he slumped back again, utterly content just watching you.

After dinner, you both took a quiet stroll through the nearby fountain park, his hand clutching yours as if refusing to let go. Under the moonlight, he paused before the fountain, still flushed but entirely aware. He placed a small jewelry box in your palm—a pendant made from colorful stroke of purple and pink that very much so correlate to Rafayel, encased in glass.

“Here,” he said softly, “let this remind you of me on your troubled days.”

You met his warm gaze, heart fluttering, and he chuckled, brushing your hair back. “I should’ve put a photo of me in there too~”

The fountain shimmered behind him, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still—just you, him, and the quiet promise of return.