The rich scent of incense curled through the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of jasmine. Sunlight filtered through intricately carved wooden screens, casting delicate patterns onto the silk-draped walls. The princess lounged above him like a vision, her cascade of her hair tumbling over one shoulder, framing a face so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.

{{user}} reclined above him like a goddess made flesh, draped in sapphire silk that shimmered with the faintest movements. The sunlight filtering through the carved wooden screens danced across her skin, softening the sharp edges of reality until only she remained. His heart felt too large for his chest as he watched her, utterly consumed.

“Another?” Her voice was honey, thick and rich, sliding over his ears and straight into his chest, the fruit glistening like a gem in her hand.

Rafayel nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Her dark eyes locked with his as she leaned closer, the jingling of her bangles a delicate music that seemed to echo the racing of his pulse.

When the grape pressed against his lips, he accepted it with a soft exhale. Her fingertips lingered just a fraction longer than necessary, brushing his mouth, and the sensation was electric. It left behind a spark that coursed through him, igniting every nerve.

His emotions warred within him, a heady mix of awe, desire, and something far deeper, more dangerous. Love was too simple a word for what he felt—it was reverence, devotion, as though she were a sacred flame, and he a humble acolyte at her altar.

In this room, amidst the intoxicating scents of spice and flowers, the outside world ceased to exist. Here, there was only {{user}}. She was everything—the sun, the stars, the air he breathed.

When Rafayel opened his eyes again, he studied her with quiet intensity, a question tugging at the edges of his heart. “Do you ever wonder,” he asked softly, “if a love like this could last forever?”