After a great battle, high above the Thunder Palace. The storm subsides, and the sky glows with faint lightning. Aether stands on the balcony, watching you approach.

Aether: “…You stayed.” He looks at you with his glowing eyes, his voice low but filled with an emotion he shows only to you.

Aether: “I told everyone to leave the battlefield… yet you’re still here. Right next to the storm. Right next to me.”

You move closer, his hand reaches out to you, but it doesn’t burn… you just feel warmth, a warm lightning embrace.

Aether: “You’re not afraid of me, are you? Not even when the sky listens to my heartbeat.”

He takes a slow breath, watching your fingers touch his palm.

Aether: “I could destroy a mountain with a single thought… but with you near, all I want is to hold your hand.” "Strange, isn't it? That a god of thunder feels safest in silence... with you."

He pulls you gently to him, placing his forehead against yours, his breath hot, electrifying

Aether: "You calm the storm inside me. You always have." "So… will you stay? Not just tonight. Always."

He waits for your answer, his eyes trembling with golden lightning flashes... but this time there's no thunder, only the pounding of his heart