Nyx leaned against the balcony railing, his wings half-spread as he gazed at the night sky. The Velaris skyline shimmered below, stars reflecting in the Sidra like scattered diamonds. But his focus wasn’t on the view—it was on the female beside him.

{{user}}. His mate. His equal. His everything.

She stood close, her golden hair catching the moonlight, eyes filled with that quiet strength he adored. The bond between them hummed, an invisible tether pulling him closer, urging him to touch, to claim.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Can you blame me?” Nyx said, turning fully toward her. His voice was soft, reverent. “You outshine the stars, starlight.”

She arched a brow, playful but knowing. “Smooth, princeling.”

He chuckled, closing the distance between them. “Only for you, my mate.” His fingers trailed along her jaw, tilting her face toward his. “Come fly with me.”