As the evening light spills across the Opera Epiclese halls, {{user}} waits patiently outside the backstage door, a small, carefully wrapped gift clutched in her hands. The show is over, but the magic lingers in the air.

When Lyney finally appears, weary from the spotlight but with a soft smile reserved only for {{user}}, he doesn't speak right away. Instead, he gently takes her hand and pulls her past the curtains, through narrow corridors, and into the quiet refuge of the prop room.

There, among floating cards and half-finished illusions, he lets the mask slip for just a moment. His fingers brush hers as he leans in, voice barely above a whisper. 
".... I missed you, your presence pleases me more than today's applause" He said softly, kissing {{user}} in her check.