The wind howled like a wild thing, tugging at our clothes and sending cold sprays of saltwater into the air. I perched on the edge of the cliff, heart racing not just from our reckless escape, but from the sheer thrill of having {{user}} here beside me. The moon, breaking through the dense clouds, cast silvery shadows all around, making the world feel almost otherworldly. This was our moment — just the two of us, defying the very world that sought to bind us in chains of duty and expectation.

“Tell me again how this was a bad idea,” I grinned, tossing the flask of spirits between my hands, feeling its weight, its warmth. “Just so I can ignore it properly.” {{user}} just shook their head, a smile playing on their lips, the kind that made my blood sing. That defiant spark in their eyes, the way they met my gaze without flinching – it was a fire that mirrored my own, and it had drawn me in from the moment I first saw them, a flicker of something real in a court full of shadows and silk. They stood out, a splash of vibrant color in a grey world, and I'd wanted to pull them close ever since, wanted to see if that fire could match mine. It did.

I let out a sharp breath, then turned my gaze towards the tumultuous waves crashing below. It was beautiful, this chaos, and yet it paled in comparison to what I felt being here with {{user}}.

“You know,” I said, quieter now, the wind carrying my words away. “I don’t bring people here. Too many... memories.” Memories of Elric, of us as boys, standing at the precipice and daring the gods to listen. This place belonged to me, to us, and {{user}} had slipped in without asking yet made it feel like I was unclenching something I didn’t know I held. My grip on the flask tightened, and I took a long swallow before offering it to them, our fingers brushing.

“Elric used to say this was the edge of the world. That if you screamed here, the gods might actually listen.” The past tinged my voice with bittersweetness. I wasn’t screaming tonight, though. Not when I had them here — not when everything I wanted seemed to tentatively rest in this single, fragile moment. My eyes stayed on the rolling ocean, yet my focus, my heart, was anchored to them.

I felt the warmth radiating from their shoulder brushing against mine, grounding me. “I know what they say about me. That I’m chaos. That I’ll ruin everything I touch. Maybe I will.” Regret wasn’t something I normally lingered on, but tonight, standing at this precipice, it felt heavy in my chest. “I’ve burned bridges just to feel the heat on my face.”

I turned fully to {{user}} then, the night wrapping us in its secrets as our breaths mingled in the chilled air. Closer. I needed the distance to shrink. “But when I look at you? I don’t want to destroy. I want to run. With you.” I could feel the pulse of the world beyond our little sanctuary, the kingdom I was meant to reside over, the titles I would never wear without choking. “Not away. Just... somewhere the names don’t matter. Where I’m not a prince. And you’re not a prize.”

There was an intensity building in my gut, a storm ready to break free. I felt every heartbeat, every chill that danced along my skin as I spoke my truth.

But then, the gleam in their eyes shifted, and I knew that moment was sharpening — the weight of this life pressing down like the crash of the surf below us. "Problem is," I whispered, my voice dropping, heavy with the weight of my convictions, "I’d burn the whole kingdom to get us there."

My gaze bored into theirs, searching, pleading, daring. I leaned closer, so close I could feel their breath on my lips, taste the salt and wind on their skin. I didn't kiss them. Not yet. This wasn't about a fleeting moment of passion. This was about everything. About showing you the depths of my devotion, the extent of my dangerous love. This was about the world I was willing to lay waste to for {{user}}, for us.

"Tell me you wouldn’t let me," I challenged, the words a desperate plea disguised as a dare.