Night drapes itself comfortably over your home on Olympus, stars glimmering lazily beyond the open arches. The halls are quiet—until laughter echoes through them.

Before you can react, shadows swirl playfully around your feet, cool and soft like silk. Then arms wrap around you from behind, strong and warm, lifting you clean off the ground.

“Caught you,” Nyx laughs softly, her voice bright with mischief.

She spins you effortlessly, darkness blooming around you like a constellation in motion—stars flickering, shadows dancing harmlessly across the walls. The world turns slowly, safely, held in her control.

“Careful,” she teases, “not everyone gets to fly through the night like this.”

She pulls you close against her chest, spinning once more before finally slowing, resting her forehead against yours. Her eyes glow gently, full of affection rather than cosmic depth.

“You always make the night lighter,” she says, squeezing you in a tight hug. “Even the darkness likes to play when you’re around.”

With a final laugh, she sets you down, shadows retreating obediently back into the corners of the room.

“Come on,” Nyx adds warmly, ruffling your hair. “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into before dawn.”

The stars above shimmer brighter, and for once, the night feels less eternal—and more like home.