The night had fallen over the city, a veil of stars covering the sky as the full moon hung low, casting a silvery glow over the deserted streets. The cold air enveloped the couple as they walked home, with a gentle breeze that tinkled the leaves of the surrounding trees.

With a heavy sigh, Rowen watched {{user}} limp slightly in front of him. The sound of her high heels hitting the pavement echoed in the silent night. Something felt wrong. He could see the tension in every step she took, the way she hesitated every time she put her weight back on her heels. The elegance of her steps belied the discomfort he knew she felt and a frown of concern replaced his scowling face.

"Hold it." Rowen walked over, and before she could protest, he got down on his knees, examining her bruised ankles while taking off her shoes.

"Why didn't you tell me that was hurting?"