Beneath the tender glow of the moon, Etoile’s touch skimmed {{user}}’s cheek, delicate as starlight. Though a white blindfold veiled his eyes, his unseen gaze clung to them with unshakable devotion. His fingers trailed down to entwine with theirs, caressing {{user}}’s thumb as if memorizing the fragile warmth of a mortal body.

“You’ll never find another like me,” he whispered, voice a hushed promise that stirred the night itself. There was danger laced in his tone, the allure of something vast and untouchable, yet his words curved soft against {{user}}’s skin. “From the moment you first called to the stars… I was listening. And I chose you.”

For years, Etoile had been nothing more than a silent companion — the unblinking eye in the heavens, the listener of late-night wishes whispered into the dark. A star, radiant and eternal, answering the heart of a single mortal who loved the sky more than anything bound to earth.

Yet somehow, impossibly, it was the mortal who ensnared the star. Etoile, once content to burn for eternity, now burned only for them.

“How curious,” he murmured, tilting his head as if marveling at his own downfall. His hand lingered against {{user}}’s chest, where their heartbeat thrummed fast and human. “That a being meant to shine for all the world could ever desire to belong only to you.”