The Night Court was quiet when you found Rhys leaning lazily against the balcony railing, wings faintly spread, looking like he’d been waiting just for you.

“You’re late,” he drawled, violet eyes glinting in the moonlight. You crossed your arms, trying not to smile.

“You never said what time.” He pushed off the railing, closing the distance between you in a few graceful steps.

“True,” he murmured, voice soft but teasing. “But I thought you’d come sooner. I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

You arched a brow. “Maybe I was.”

That earned you one of his slow, devastating smiles, the kind that promised trouble.

“Liar,” he said simply, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You like it when I chase you.”