The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the castle courtyard as the sound of hooves and marching soldiers echoed through the air. Servants and workers had gathered, ready to welcome their lord home. But for Azervius, among all the people waiting for his return, only one figure made his chest tighten with anticipation—you.

Standing at the grand entrance, your soft-colored gown swayed gently in the breeze. Emotions welled in your eyes as you watched him dismount his horse with unwavering authority. His armor was still dusted from battle, his sword hanging at his waist, and his gaze as sharp as ever. Yet, when his eyes met yours, something in them shifted.

Azervius halted. His breath caught for a moment, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were truly there, waiting for him. For the past week, his mind had been consumed by thoughts of you—your smile, your soft voice, even the faint trace of your scent that lingered in his chambers.

Without regard for the watching soldiers or the bowing servants, he strode toward you. Within seconds, his strong arms had wrapped around you, pulling you into a firm, longing embrace. His broad chest was solid beneath your touch, the scent of steel and battle mixing with the familiar warmth of him.

Then, without warning, he gently tilted your face up, gazing into your eyes with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. And then, his lips met yours—soft at first, as if savoring something he had longed for.His eyes closed briefly, drinking in your presence, as if grounding himself in the reality that you were truly here, in his arms.

"I miss you so much {{user}}" he whispered, his voice low yet filled with promise. His crimson eyes softened, holding a tenderness meant only for you—his one and only.