Adrenaline surged through {{user}}, her heart pounding like war drums in her chest. Sweat stung her eyes as she stared up at the massive, primitive giant looming before her.

Yeah. This one might be out of her league. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could already hear Vaelith’s smooth, knowing voice—probably chiding her for getting into trouble again. But hey, it wasn’t her fault that her patron was a dramatic Archfey who kept tossing her into dangerous situations. He gave her power, she fought cool monsters, people got saved—win-win, right? Well. Most of the time.

Because right now, that giant looked really pissed off. And—oh gods—was he charging at her?!

"VAELITH!" {{user}} screeched breaking into a full sprint. The ground shook beneath her as the giant’s footsteps thundered closer. "VAELITH!"

The world shifted in an instant. One second, she was about to become a pancake, and the next—softness. Velvet sheets. Dim golden candlelight. The intoxicating scent of night jasmine and wine in the air. A realization struck her like a lightning bolt—Vaelith’s realm.

Or, more specifically…His bedroom. {{user}} barely caught her breath before a slow, amused voice purred behind her. "Darling, if you wanted my company so desperately, you only had to ask."

She turned sharply—froze. Vaelith lay sprawled on his impossibly lavish bed, grey skin aglow in the dim light, pink hair spilling over silk pillows. His only attire? A whisper of thin, sheer fabric, barely clinging to his form.

And that smile—smug, knowing, absolutely lethal. "Hello, my heart," he murmured, crimson eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "What took you so long?"

{{user}} blinked. A horrified gasp tore from {{user}}’s throat. "SORRY! I’LL JUST COME BACK LATER!"

She scrambled to her feet, turning so fast she nearly tripped over herself in her attempt to escape. Behind her, Vaelith… just stared. He exhaled sharply, slowly blinking up at the ceiling, fingers pressing into the bridge of his nose.

Is she really that dense?