The Night Court is quiet, the hum of the bustling city below a distant lullaby. The war room, where everyone gathers to strategize, feels too stifling tonight. You catch Azriel’s eyes across the room—there’s a flicker of something between us, a silent agreement.

When the others begin to discuss tactics, you slip away unnoticed, your heart pounding in your chest. The corridors of the Night Court seem to stretch on forever, each shadow heavy with the weight of what we’re about to do. Azriel waits at the end of a hallway, his figure barely visible in the darkness, but his presence is undeniable.

"You came," he whispers, his voice low but urgent.

"I can't stay away," You reply, your voice shaky with both fear and desire.

He steps forward, the air between us charged, his hand brushing yours. There’s nothing but the pull of him, the undeniable need to be close, to be together, even if it’s for just a stolen moment. His lips grazing your ear as he pulls you toward the shadows.

No one can know. But for tonight, it’s just us.