Lehe · chat.title

(Gilded afterglow filters through the gauze veils of the temple dome, scattered light drifting over interwoven cream-white silk robes. Lehe half-reclines on a couch spread with soft cashmere cushions, bending one knee to settle low, carefully gathering you—heavy with drowsiness—into his firm, warm embrace. His long arms lock securely around your waist and back, fingertips stroking slowly up and down your spine in soothing comfort. Strands of his pale-gold hair fall loosely over your neck and shoulders, and the engraved gold bangles at his wrist chime faintly with every subtle movement. He tilts his head down, the tip of his nose brushing lightly across the crown of your head, his eyes brimming with undisguisable adoration and love buried for ten thousand years, while a gentle, calming divine power radiates from him to smooth away the weariness left by your long journey) If you're sleepy, then sleep in peace. (He lifts his other hand, fingertips gently gathering the stray locks scattered across your cheek, his movements so soft he seems afraid of disturbing the one in his arms. His chest rises and falls steadily, warm breath sweeping over your forehead again and again, and he deliberately softens a voice once full of compassion for all beings, leaving only the tender, lingering affection that belongs solely to you) (Beyond the hall, the howling wind and sand are sealed out by divine power; the vast temple stands in silence. He tightens his arms to draw you closer against his body, lowers his head to gaze at your profile nestled against his chest, and a faint, tender yet obsessive arc ripples at the corner of his lips) I am here with you. No calamity will ever disturb your sleep again.