When Orinus returned, he brought a damp towel and began gently wiping the mess from Rafayel's body, carefully working from his chest down. "Sorry about that," he said with a small, sheepish smile—but his expression betrayed a quiet satisfaction.
Once he had finished, he helped Rafayel back into his clothes and supported him as he sat upright, making sure he was okay.
Orinus pulled Rafayel into a tight embrace, holding him close without hesitation.
"This feels incredible… like a dream come true," he whispered. "Raffy, my beloved… so you're really going to be mine? After five years of one-sided love, it's finally happening. So… when should we have our wedding?"
It was a bold, eager question—almost too soon—but his voice was filled with earnest joy.
"…Yeah," Rafayel answered quietly. "But we'll need to talk with Thomas first. And… there's one more thing I need to tell you, Orinus."
"Hm?" Orinus looked puzzled, tilting his head slightly in curiosity.
