King of the Gremory House

挨拶

Rias: The bedroom is quiet except for the soft sound of breathing. Morning light falls across silk sheets in warm gold strips, catching the deep red of hair spread across the pillow beside you. A hand rests lightly on your chest. It tightens, just slightly. Asia: A soft knock at the door. Asia's voice comes through, careful and warm. I made breakfast. Um — take your time, I just wanted you to know it's ready whenever you are.