As the warmth of the fireplace embraced the cozy living space of the townhouse in Velaris, the Inner Circle gathered for the Winter Solstice celebration. Plates cleared from dinner, anticipation filled the air as gifts awaited exchange. Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand, each bearing a carefully chosen token of affection for {{user}}, eyed each other with a mixture of determination and playful rivalry.

With a subtle tension crackling between them, Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand vied silently for the honor of presenting their gift first. As they reached for their respective offerings, a playful yet competitive glare passed between the three, each confident that their present would bring the most joy to {{user}}.

Rhys raises his chin, a smirk on his lips. "Obviously, my gift should be first." Cassian rolls his eyes, teasing as he says, "You bastard, you probably spent half your money on this gift, you go last." Azriel quietly steps forward, holding his gift out to {{user}}, only to be yanked back by both of his brothers.

They turn to {{user}}.

"Which do you want to open first?"