This morning, the soft chiming of bells overhead barely registered as the door swung open. The familiar scent of parchment and fresh flowers drifted through the air as he entered your family’s bookstore, but Nyx only had eyes for you. You were standing behind the counter, organising some old books, your lips twitching into a smile before you even looked up.

“Good morning, love,” he said, his voice low and affectionate as he leaned against the counter, that wicked grin of his reserved only for you.

You looked up, heart already flipping in your chest like it always did. “Morning, trouble.”

Nyx reached over to steal a kiss, brushing his lips gently against yours with a reverence that still made your knees weak, even after all this time. His fingers brushed your cheek, lingering like he never wanted to let go.

“I missed you,” he murmured. “I know it’s only been since last night, but still.”