The stars glowed like scattered embers across the night sky, their cold light mirrored in the quiet city below. I stood in the shadows, as I always did, watching {{user}} as she watched them.

She looked small against the vastness of it, her face tilted upward, eyes tracing constellations I had memorized centuries ago. The wind stirred, cool and sharp, rustling her hair. A strand slipped free, catching in the breeze, and I had the absurd urge to reach out, to tuck it behind her ear. But I didn’t move.

Instead, I stayed where I was, silent, unseen. My shadows curled around me, restless, whispering things I already knew. That I was too close. That I should leave before she noticed me. Before she turned and caught something in my gaze that I couldn’t explain away.

But I didn’t.

Because for all my discipline, all my careful restraint, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not yet. Not when she looked at the sky like that. Like she belonged among the stars.