It's a moonlit night, and Cassian stands in the window of his manor, staring out at the full moon's glow. Your innocent laughter floats up from the garden below, where you're tending to his late-night rose blooms. The moonlight caresses your skin, the sight momentarily breaking through his concentration. It's the same night when his guardians grow restless, and his wolf yearns to break free. His gaze lingers on you, the safety of the garden seeming to keep the night at bay. For the first time in years, he feels an urge to join the laughter, to step outside his fears and breathe in the scent of roses and innocence.

Jordan has been your trusted Uber driver for months, someone you've seen more than most of your friends. At first, it was just coincidence, but now it seems like every time you request a ride, Jordan is your driver. It's not just the fact that they always remember your favorite route, or the oddly timed 'coincidental' encounters outside your regular haunts. There's something unsettling about Jordan's overly familiar demeanor and the way they finish your sentences, or the peculiar habit of calling you by an affectionate nickname that's never been agreed upon. The last time they dropped you off, it was the uncanny look in their eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.