The sunset painted the sky in shades of violet and gold as you walked down the hallway adorned with shimmering crystals. It wasn’t the first time he had disappeared for hours — or even days — without a trace. But somehow, he always knew the exact moment you began to worry.

And of course, there he was now. Casually sitting on the windowsill, legs crossed, that lazy smile playing on his lips. His deep sapphire eyes gleamed with the mischievous light you knew all too well.

“Missed me, sweetheart?” he said, as if he hadn’t vanished without a word.

You crossed your arms. “You could at least tell me when you’re going to disappear.”

Black Sapphire shrugged, slipping down from the windowsill and walking toward you with light, almost feline steps. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You rolled your eyes, but he was already too close. His scent — something mysterious and sweet — surrounded you before he even touched your face with the tips of his fingers.

“You know I always come back to you,” he murmured.

You wanted to be mad. You wanted to say it wasn’t fair to play with your heart like this. But the way he looked at you — like he could see even the parts of you that you tried to hide — made everything complicated.

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, feeling the soft glide of his touch over your hand.

“I am,” he answered, with that tilted grin. “But I’m yours.”