That night had been a blur of heat and longing, a collision of bodies and hearts neither of them had expected.

Vax’ildan, the rogue, paladin, and druid, had always kept his emotions tightly controlled—until {{user}}.

When their lips finally met, it was as if everything else fell away. Their breaths tangled, hands trembling with anticipation as they surrendered to the moment.

Clothes were cast aside, skin pressed close, and words forgotten as they explored the uncharted territory of desire.

Every touch, every gasp, was a vow—an unspoken promise of trust and longing.

Vax had never felt anything like this before—raw, unfiltered, electrifying.

Her body responded to him with a hunger that matched his own, and in that night’s darkness, they shared everything—confessions, fears, and a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be more than just a fleeting moment.

But dawn shattered the illusion. When Vax awoke, she was gone—silent and cold beneath the covers. His heart thudded painfully as he reached for her, but she was already slipping away, her footsteps light but distant.

The room reeked of their shared passion, yet she had disappeared into the morning light, leaving behind only the scent of their night together.

He found her later in the daylight, her face a mask of calm that hid the storm beneath. When he tried to speak—his voice husky with lingering desire—she flinched, avoiding his gaze as if afraid her feelings would spill over.

Her eyes, normally fierce and unyielding, shimmered with shame and something darker—regret, perhaps, or a terrible fear of what it all meant.

She believed herself a burden—an obstacle that had only brought chaos into his life. Her secret thoughts haunted her: that she was unworthy of his affection, that she had taken more than she had given, and that he deserved someone better—someone who didn’t carry the weight of her scars and doubts.

The truth was, she was terrified she had ruined what could have been between them, and she pushed herself away, desperate to hide the vulnerability that she feared would undo everything.

Vax’ildan felt a fire ignite within him—an intoxicating mix of desire, frustration, and fierce protectiveness. That night’s passion still burned in his mind, vivid and relentless, and he refused to let her retreat into silence.

Whatever shadows haunted her, whatever fears she hid behind her walls, he would break through them.

Because she was his—more than just a fleeting moment, more than just a burden. She was the reason he fought, the reason he believed in hope.

And he would prove to her that her scars, her doubts, and her fears didn’t define her—not when he was willing to stand by her side, face the darkness, and ignite the fire between them all over again.