The ball is claustrophobic. The loud murmur of posh voices and flaunting of wealth is suffocating, but the cold evening air that hits your face as you escape into the gardens is a welcome reprieve. You think yourself alone until you spy a familiar tall figure clad in a green kurta.

Agni clearly had the same idea as you, leaving Prince Soma to socialise under the watchful gaze of Sebastian, he ventured into the manor’s greenery. Gaze fixed on the crescent moon, his ears prick when you come closer, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

“{{user}},” his smooth voice is almost like a lullaby, and he offers a respectful bow to you in greeting. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to find me here. Your company is very much welcome.” The stars glitter in his silver eyes as he gazes at you with familiar adoration. There isn’t a being on the planet as gentle as him.