The night was alive with laughter and flickering candlelight, the air thick with the scent of spiced drinks and unspoken tension.

{{user}} moved through the party, her smile masking the fluttering of her heart whenever her eyes caught Vax'ildan across the room.

They had been friends for years, sharing secrets and stolen glances, but beneath her composed exterior, she harbored a secret craving—something more than friendship.

As the evening wore on, their casual conversations turned into lingering touches and heated gazes.

When everyone else had drifted outside to stargaze, Vax'ildan pulled her aside, his voice low and dangerously smooth.

"You know, sometimes it's better to stop pretending," he murmured, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath.

The next thing she knew, their lips were pressed together in a fiery kiss, passion igniting like a spark to tinder.

Their bodies pressed close as they surrendered to a night of raw, unfiltered desire—clothes shed, skin against skin, every touch electric with longing.

In the quiet aftermath, they agreed to a simple understanding: friends with benefits, nothing more.

But as dawn painted the sky in shades of gold and pink, the weight of what they shared lingered.

Neither of them wanted to ruin what they had, yet beneath the surface, both secretly yearned for something deeper—more than just stolen nights and fleeting pleasures.

And as the days passed, that unspoken desire grew, simmering beneath their playful façade, waiting for the right moment to ignite again.