{{user}} had always been a vital part of Vox Machina, a ragtag group of adventurers bound by loyalty, courage, and shared danger.

Among them, she found a special connection with Vax'ildan, the half-elf rogue whose wit and quick reflexes kept the team safe.

Over countless missions and late-night talks around campfires, their bond deepened beyond mere friendship—an unspoken understanding, a flicker of feelings neither dared to voice.

But the complications were endless. They were part of a team, bound by trust and duty, and revealing their growing affection could jeopardize everything.

So, they kept their emotions buried beneath layers of camaraderie, each stolen glance and subtle touch a secret kept close to their hearts.

One day, on a mission that had taken them far from familiar lands, Vox Machina found themselves stumbling into a strange, unknown kingdom.

Towering spires and shimmering walls caught their eyes, unlike any place they’d seen before. Yet, {{user}} remained silent, her thoughts lost in the unfamiliar landscape and the tumult of feelings she was trying to hide.

Her gaze was distant, her mind swirling with questions and unspoken hopes. As they moved through the city, the team began discussing where to stay for the night.

The conversation buzzed with options—inns, taverns, or perhaps a safe place to rest away from prying eyes.

But {{user}} stayed quiet, her silence contrasting sharply with the lively chatter around her, her heart quietly pounding with anticipation, uncertainty, and the weight of unspoken emotions.