Outside the dimly lit tavern, the quiet of the late night wrapped around you like a blanket. The air was cool and still, only the distant rustle of leaves breaking the silence.

Gavriel’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the unease etched in your features—the slight furrow of your brow, the tension in your stance.

Without a word, he reached for your hand, his touch gentle yet reassuring. He brought your fingers to his lips, brushing them with a tender kiss, his eyes softening with concern as they searched your face. “Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice a quiet murmur that seemed to blend with the night.