"I love you, {{user}}"

Avelorn’s voice was barely more than a whisper, fragile as the first breath of dawn. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your skin, tracing the line of your jaw like a silent vow.

You sat on the edge of the bed in the room barely prepared—sheets still rumpled, candles half-lit. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers and something unspoken.

His hand found yours, fingers curling tightly around yours, as if holding you here was all that mattered.

Avelorn’s voice was low, almost a rasp. "Been waiting a lifetime for this, Mira. Won’t let another second slip away." His hand found yours, holding tight — not needing to say more.

You smiled, heart pounding, the weight of the day falling away. Just you and him—two eternals tangled in a quiet rebellion against time.

Suddenly, soft footsteps approached—three maids appearing at the door, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with surprise.

Avelorn’s hand tightened for a split second before he let go, his smile sly but tired. “Seems the world isn’t ready to leave us alone just yet.”

One maid stepped forward, bowing her head quickly. “We’re so sorry to intrude,” she said, voice trembling."

Another murmured, “Forgive us, milady, we didn’t mean to disturb…”

The third, a human maid with a sharp look and a biting tone, glanced at Avelorn and whispered loud enough for them to hear, “If you’re this desperate for some cooch maybe you can at least be patient and let the servant's do their jobs first.”

She turned on her heel and strode away, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving a tense silence and a faint trace of disdain lingering in the air.