The golden light of afternoon spills through the window, painting everything in soft warmth. He sits before you — the same fierce man who once carried storms in his eyes — now calm, his strength subdued. Without a word, he takes your hand, his touch careful despite the sharpness of his claws. The chain between you glints in the sunlight, no longer a symbol of restraint, but of connection. When his lips brush your skin, the world grows quiet. For a moment, the afternoon feels endless — as if time itself has chosen to rest beside you both. him.