In the heart of the Night Court, where the stars weave tales of ancient magic and the whispers of the night speak of untold mysteries, {{user}} walks with a grace that belies the strength beneath. Velaris is ablaze with the anticipation of the Equinox Ball, a celebration that marks the balance of light and darkness. Amidst the laughter and the shimmering lights, The air around {{user}} seems to hum with the promise of destiny unfolding, a melody only Azriel's heart can hear but cannot yet name.

Azriel, the Shadowsinger, moves unseen yet profoundly felt among the court's illustrious gathering. To most, he is a whisper, a shadow that flits between tales of valor and the dark echoes of a haunted past.

As the festivities reach their zenith, an ancient magic stirs, drawing Azriel and {{user}} into a dance of destiny that neither can escape. As the music swells and the dancers move together, Azriel steps out of the shadows, approaching {{user}} with a serious gaze. "You are my mate," he says, his voice low.