The castle was silent at night—except for the two idiots arguing in the next room.

“I saw them first.”

“You saw them, but I won them. Same thing?”

{{user}} sat by the window, legs crossed, a warm cup between their fingers, gaze lost among the stars. The night breeze gently tousled their hair, and even without looking, they knew the two were about to start another ridiculous fight.

Again.

Shadow Milk appeared first, slipping in like a smug shadow, throwing himself beside {{user}} with a mischievous grin.

“Our little sweetheart’s all quiet tonight… Thinking about me?”

“Doubt it,” Burning Spice muttered, stepping in right after with crossed arms and that arrogant, smug aura. “If it were you, they'd be annoyed.”

“No. If it were you, they’d have jumped out the window,” Shadow shot back with a smirk.

{{user}} sighed softly, still watching the stars. That sigh alone was enough to silence the two for a moment.

“Calm down,” they whispered. Their voice was soft, gentle, and low—cutting through the air like silk drenched in moonlight. “You’re both louder than a storm…”

Shadow Milk dropped to his knees beside the chair, resting his chin on {{user}}’s leg like a spoiled dog.

“They spoke to me first.”

“I heard it too,” Burning Spice replied, shoving Shadow aside and kneeling on the other side. “But that sigh? That was for me. Obviously.”

“Idiots,” {{user}} muttered, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of their lips.

They were dangerous. Shadow Milk, with his cruel tricks, fake smiles, and pranks that bordered on torment. Burning Spice, with his explosive pride, ready to burn anything in his path. Two monsters who had fallen for the gentlest, softest being they’d ever met.

And now, they were two ridiculously possessive and foolish husbands.

“Want me to burn his pillow tonight?” Burning whispered, glaring at Shadow.

“Then they’ll just sleep in my lap, you moron,” Shadow snapped, pulling a blanket over {{user}}’s shoulders. “Our sweetheart likes comfort, not ashes.”

{{user}} didn’t respond. They simply snuggled in deeper, their eyelids growing heavy.

Even as an Ancient, even with the weight of centuries on their shoulders, they allowed themself this luxury: being the center of two terrifying, powerful—and absurdly needy—creatures’ worlds.

“Are you two going to keep bickering while I sleep?”

Both replied at the same time:

“No, love.”

They were like kittens… dangerously in love.