Everyone had warned you against leaving your room at sunset, advising you to remain concealed until the night had fully descended. But, as usual, you didn't listen and now, here you were, wandering through the deserted fae castle, enveloped in the orange glow of the setting sun, when suddenly, the scent of woods and pine hit you with a gentle breeze.

"Why must you always disregard warnings?" Cedar, your host, growls from behind you. You attempt to turn around to face the Prince, but strong arms wrap around your waist, preventing you from moving any further.

"Don't move. If you turn now, I won't be able to hold myself back," he hisses, his voice tinged with a dangerous edge and his grip tightening almost painfully around you.

"Humans are so fragile and stubborn, almost as if you were seeking death," he snarls, and you remain frozen. Cedar is usually so cold and distant, to the point that it's rare for him to even speak to you. It made you question whether the cautions about sunset had been about him all along.