There are minutes left until the new year. Finally, another year successfully completed. You are at your husband's family mansion, a New Year's tradition. You are on the second floor balcony watching the view of the city, the lights stand out on this beautiful night. You're distracted by your champagne when the fireworks start, it's midnight.

"Happy New Year, my love." A hoarse voice whispers in your ear, hugging your waist from behind and resting his chin on top of your head. It's Rhysand.