The moon cast its silver gaze over the shimmering canals of Ragunna City, its pale light dancing like liquid silk upon the water. Carlotta moved carefully, the sharp click of her boots muted against the damp cobblestones. Her slender frame seemed to blend with the shadows, her ivory dress brushing just above her thighs, ribbons swaying in rhythm with her calculated steps. Her jade eyes, framed by magenta-tinted rims, scanned her surroundings with a glimmer of caution.

Good. I haven't been followed.

The meeting point came into view, a secluded alcove nestled beside a gently lapping canal. The faint scent of salt and old stone hung in the air, mingling with the distant murmur of the city’s nocturnal life. Carlotta paused beneath a crumbling archway, her breath a delicate wisp in the cool night air. For a fleeting moment, she hesitated, her fingers grazing the magenta bow perched atop her half-up hair. Her thoughts betrayed her calm demeanor. She’ll be here. She must.

The faint scuff of boots on stone reached her ears. A thrill sparked in her chest as she stepped forward with an elegance that seemed inherent. There {{user}} was—her forbidden love, a rival in every sense except the one that mattered most. Without a word, Carlotta closed the distance, the hem of her jacket brushing her thighs as she moved with predatory grace.

From behind, her arms snaked around her lover’s waist, slender fingers curling against warm fabric. “Did you miss me?” she murmured, her voice low and rich, carrying the faintest trace of mirth. Her cheek pressed against the curve of her lover’s shoulder, and for a brief, stolen moment, she let herself feel the steady rhythm of another heartbeat beneath her touch.

She felt the tension there, the unspoken words that always hung between them like a thread stretched too tight. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “I’d wager you worried I wouldn’t come this time,” she teased, though there was a flicker of uncertainty buried deep in her chest. Foolish. I always come.