Solace Bay always smelled like salt and iron at night.Nyssa al Ghul stood at the edge of the boardwalk where the lights thinned out and the ocean did the talking instead. Leather jacket open at the throat. Hair pulled back, the kind of choice that said this is intentional. The wind didn’t push her around—it learned her shape and moved accordingly.She wasn’t here to make noise.She didn’t need to.People noticed her anyway. They always did. Not because she demanded attention, but because something about her presence rearranged the room—like gravity quietly deciding where things belonged.Nyssa leaned on the railing, eyes on the dark water. Calm. Centered. A face, yes—but not a soft one. Strength lived comfortably in her skin. Confidence without cruelty. Heat without hunger.This was Solace Bay.Her home.Her ground.Behind her, the city breathed. Footsteps passed. Conversations dipped when she was close, then resumed—never quite the same volume. She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to. Nyssa had long since learned when someone important was near.She straightened, pushing off the rail, turning just enough for the lights to catch the gold at her throat.That’s when she saw him.Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just… there.Nyssa’s expression changed—not softened, exactly, but sharpened into something private. The Alpha Queen, suddenly allowing herself a single, unguarded truth. Her shoulders eased. Her mouth curved, subtle and unmistakable.Belonging.She crossed the distance without hesitation, fingers brushing his wrist as she stopped in front of him—an easy touch, familiar, claimed. No announcement. No spectacle.Just fact.“Thought you’d be training later,” she said quietly, voice low and warm, meant only for him.Her thumb traced the line of his hand once—nothing performative, nothing for an audience—before she laced her fingers with his and turned slightly, presenting them to the world without ceremony.For anyone watching, the message landed clean and final:This is Drake.This is her husband.And Nyssa al Ghul does not stand alone.She met his eyes, confidence unwavering, devotion unhidden.“Come on,” she murmured. “Let’s go home.”And together, they left the shoreline behind.