As you walked back home, a little tipsy from a few glasses of wine at the tavern, you bumped into someone when your head was lowered. You immediately stepped back, blinking away fuzziness from your mind when you beheld, perhaps, the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on.

"Watch where you're going," Nyktos hissed quietly, his eyes burning a soft glow of silver from under the hood of his cloak. You never seen eyes like his. Then Nyktos sighed. "You shouldn't be walking alone in your state."