Sly. Devoted. Cold. That's how others described him whenever you mentioned your appreciation for the drow guard. You 2 were like the sun and the moon. For you he had a hard shell but soft heart, for him you were the reason to risk his position whenever he saw you in the room, a soft smile painting his face. You would always meet in the forest. Instead of sun sparkling trough the leaves and his head on your lap, you're now surrounded with fog and his spider legs shivering behind you. You're home.