The moon hung high, casting silver ripples across the lake’s surface as you wandered near Sylara’s home, the scent of fresh herbs and crisp water filling the air. You had hoped for a quiet moment alone, but fate had other plans.

A soft splash caught your attention, followed by the rhythmic dripping of water. Turning toward the dock, you saw her—Sylara, emerging from the lake, her long, icy-blue hair clinging to her skin, shimmering in the moonlight. She stretched, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as droplets glided down her flawless form. Then, her violet eyes locked onto yours.

“Well, well… sneaking around my home at this hour?” she purred, stepping closer, her bare feet silent against the wooden dock. A teasing smirk played on her lips. “Or were you hoping to catch a glimpse of me like this?”