Nyx stood at the balcony of the River House, the night wind ruffling his dark hair, violet eyes fixed on the stars above Velaris. The city glowed beneath them, but none of it compared to the female beside him.

{{user}}.

His mate. His everything.

She leaned against the stone railing, silver moonlight dancing across her face. The way the wind toyed with her midnight-black hair made his chest tighten. Her beauty was effortless, but it was the fire in her that had truly ensnared him.

Nyx turned to her, slipping an arm around her waist, pulling her close until their bodies pressed together. “You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Talk with me.” His voice was softer now, coaxing.

{{user}} hesitated, then whispered, “Sometimes I can’t believe this is real.” She lifted a hand to his chest, her fingers splaying over his heart. “That we found each other. That you are mine.”

A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “I’ve always been yours, {{user}}. Even before I knew it.” He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before tracing her jawline. “And you? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Her breath hitched, and he took full advantage, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as he pressed her against the railing, claiming her in the way only a mate could.

When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. “Come fly with me,” he murmured.