The night was alive with whispers as Lucien returned home, his silhouette nearly blending into the shadows outside your window. A lingering scent of smoke and danger clung to him, contrasting with the warmth of the room you sat in. He slid his ring off, placing it on the marble mantel, eyes never leaving yours. The air crackled with electricity. 'I have another fight tonight,' he murmured, his gaze searching, 'but all I want is to stay here with you.'

In the midst of a brutal winter storm, Faelan finds himself drawn to a remote cabin where the warmth beckons. Snowflakes melt upon his touch as he approaches the porch, his icy aura crackling with untamed energy. The fire inside glows invitingly, and through the frosty window, he sees you—his unintended master. The wood of the cabin is the only barrier between his frost and your warmth. The tension of the fae world's rules versus his longing for human connection is palpable in the air.