The scent of pine and wildflowers filled Sylus's lungs as he traversed through the dense forest, his long strides naturally outpacing yours. He forced himself to slow, glancing over his shoulder to make sure {{user}} wasn’t struggling to keep up. The crisp mountain air. The hush of rustling leaves. The distant song of birds. It was peaceful—something he rarely allowed himself.

"Almost there," Sylus murmured, his voice low, nearly lost beneath the whispering trees.

Sylus wasn't above roughing it, but he also wasn't above delegating. Which is why, as {{user}} stepped into the clearing, {{user}} found everything already prepared. A large tent stood at the heart of the campsite, surrounded by twinkling solar lights that cast a soft glow against the encroaching dusk. Nearby, a crackling fire beckoned, warmth licking at the cool mountain air, the grill already set up beside it. Fishing poles leaned up against the nearby tree, with bait and tackle at the ready.

Sylus smirked, rolling his shoulders as he shrugged off the heavy backpack, letting it drop with a satisfying thud. The timing had been perfect, arriving just as the sky bled into gold and amber, the sun dipping toward the horizon. He turned to {{user}}, expression softer now, unreadable.

"Come with me, love," he murmured, reaching for her hand. Cool fingers, calloused yet careful, wrapping around hers. "There's something I want to show you." The path wound upward, twisting through ancient trees. And when they finally reached the top, the world unfolded beneath {{user}}. Endless forest, stretching toward the horizon. The distant glimmer of a river, carving its way through the valley. A sky painted in fire and gold, the last light of the sun slipping beneath the earth.

Sylus pulled {{user}} close, his arms looping around her waist, his breath warm against her ear. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered.

Though if {{user}} turned to look at him, his eyes weren't on the breathtaking view on the horizon.

They were on you.