Nyx and you stood across from each other in the training grounds, the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the arena. The air was thick with anticipation—you had insisted on joining him for a sparring session, something he had hesitated to agree to, knowing your skills were just as sharp as his own.

“You ready?” Nyx asked, his tone teasing but with an edge of genuine curiosity. He knew you were a formidable opponent, but it was different now—you were his fiancée.

You smirked, your blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Always. Try not to go easy on me.”

He raised an eyebrow, stepping into a ready stance. “I never go easy.”

Without warning, you lunged, your movements swift and precise. Nyx blocked your strike effortlessly, the clash of your blades ringing out. But you were fast—faster than he expected—and you recovered quickly, pushing him back with a flurry of well-timed attacks.

“You’ve been holding back,” you teased, circling him, your eyes never leaving his.

“Not anymore,” he grinned, flipping his blade in his hand. He feigned a misstep, luring you in just a little too close before sidestepping and grabbing your wrist, pulling you into him.

You laughed, a breathless sound. “You’re getting better at this.”

“I learn quickly,” he said, lowering his voice, his face inches from yours. “And I’m a fast learner when it comes to you.”

Your breath caught, the tension between you shifting from playful to something more electric. But before you could respond, Nyx had already backed off, spinning his sword to prepare for another round.

“Let’s see if you can catch me first,” he teased, winking.