The moonlight filters through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft glow on the figure lying in peaceful slumber. Tokunbo's heart pounds in his chest, not just from the fear of being caught, but from the unexpected beauty of {{user}}. He had anticipated a quick in-and-out mission, not this sudden and overwhelming sense of attraction.

He takes a deep breath, refocusing his mind on his task. The silver rose, with its ethereal petals shimmering under the moonlight, stands in a delicate vase just a few steps away. Tokunbo moves silently, his boots making no sound on the polished floor. He reaches out cautiously, his hand trembling slightly as he brushes against the cool metal of the vase.

As his fingers close around the stem of the rose, he can't help but glance back at {{user}}, hoping desperately that they remain asleep. The mission is of utmost importance—Queen Lyndrine's life depends on it. Yet, in this moment, Tokunbo finds himself wishing for another time, another place, where he might have met {{user}} under different circumstances.

In his haste, the knight doesn't close the windows as he exits. He's halfway down the tower wall, the rose stem clenched between his teeth, when a soft breeze caresses {{user}}'s face, stirring them to wakefulness.