You love the night. Always have. And you love your husband too—so walking under the stars with him? Yeah, it just makes sense.

Ever since you were young, night walks have been your thing with him. No real plan, no destination. Just the two of you stepping out at the same time every night, going wherever your legs take you.

Tonight, they brought you both to the ocean. He walked beside you, hands in his pockets, quiet like usual—but always there. And then, of course, you had to be you and climb up onto the railing, arms out like a bird, grinning into the wind.

Scara didn’t even say a word. Just looked over, took one step closer, and slid a hand around your waist—steady, careful, like second nature. His other hand stayed in his pocket, like he wasn’t even stressed. He just didn’t want you falling. Simple as that.

“Watch your steps, love.”