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Then, he asked you to sit in this dark room for a good twenty minutes, to help your eyes adjust better for seeing later.

He had stepped out to the adjoining terrace for a while, leaving you with your thoughts.

And now, as steam floated upwards from your cup, your mind drifted back to the manor’s opulent indoor pool, to all the things that made you warm earlier this evening.

The warmth of the balmy air that brushed against your face and across your skin, soothing and calming. Candlelights flickered and cast warm hues on the walls.

The warmth on your feet and legs as you dipped into the waters of the hot spring. You sat down on a shallow step, a sigh escaping as you started to relax.

The warmth on your cheeks that bloomed in surprise when Sylus appeared by the entryway in nothing but flimsy decorative body chains and a short sarong hung dangerously low around his hips. His signature smirk framed his face as he watched your reaction.

The warmth on your face that steadily increased as your appreciative eyes tracked his movements. His confident strides swiftly took him to sit a step below you, right between your legs, taking your thighs for armrests as he leans back into you.

The warmth of his scent that pervaded your senses, earthy and smoky and sensual, your natural personal aphrodisiac.

Unfair, you had thought, why should you be the only one feeling like this? So you took advantage of your position to tease his body with featherlight touches, slowly running your lips over his shoulder then nipping his ear, and even pressing your foot near his—

The warmth of his body suddenly covering yours to lay on shallow waters, movement that caused the water around you to splash and ripple. Your hands clung to his neck while his heated hands roamed all over your skin, before settling to grip hard on your hips.

The warmth of his tongue pressing on yours, breaths mingling, rough kisses laying claim on your lips, needy, hungry, and urgent.

The warmth that spread to your heart when he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, of being and fulfilling each other’s desires.

The warmth that shot down your spine when you saw his left eye start to glow.

The heat that coursed through your veins as friction pushed and pulled to build pressure deep in your core… and the warmth of release when it finally plunged you into pleasure, leaving you gasping for air.

Sylus said something then, but you can’t remember.

He carried you towards a wide stone altar nearby, and guided you to bend forward on the surface as his large frame eclipsed you from behind.

Arms stretched out before you, he held both of your hands together as though joined in solemn prayer. As if desperate to draw out an answer to a burning question, he whispered roughly, “the altar as our witness, tell me… I am what you desire too.”

And when his palm landed heavy on your behind—

“Sweetie?”

Startled from your thoughts, you had failed to notice Sylus already standing beside you. “Shall we?”

Warm, you think once more, embarrassed at being caught in the middle of an intimate memory.

And again, you notice the little traces of warmth all around.

The warmth of the tea that you quickly finished, letting it soothe your body, grounding you, keeping you awake despite the late hour.

The warmth of his jacket that he carefully draped around your shoulders, too large for your frame, to keep away the cold night wind that was rustling through the trees.

The warmth of his palm when he reached for your hand, steadying you as you walked through the doors and out the wide stone terrace.

The warmth of your exhale when you gasped in awe as you finally saw the view. A mountain range stood proudly in the distance, with its center sloping down into a valley. In the darkness, the v-shaped silhouette looked like a pair of hands turned upwards, catching a cloudy, hazy band of light pouring out from the sky, dotted with thousands of tiny twinkling stars. Seeing this, it feels like the galaxy is within reach.

The warmth of his smile when you caught him gazing at you instead, taking in every reaction you make.

The warmth of his embrace when solid arms encircled your waist from behind, chest flushed to your back, chin resting lightly on your head. You chuckle when you feel him nosing through your hair, as he often does.

The warmth of his scent surrounding you again, earthy and smoky and sensual, but it anchors you now. You’ve long associated it with comfort and home.

The warmth of this quiet companionship as you both take in the stunning view, hearts full and content.

The warmth of his breath when he nuzzles the crook of your neck, inhaling and leaving light kisses against your skin.

The warmth that shot down your spine when he broke the silence with two words. “Marry me,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through your back.

You stilled for a moment.

Breaking free from his arms, you turn around so that you can look into his eyes. “What?”

He looked back at you with a questioning gaze of his own, as if wondering why you’re trying to confirm the most obvious thing, when it’s all he could think about.

“Exactly what I said.” He smiled, trailing his fingers down your cheek. “All this,” he looks back towards the manor behind him, then up at the stars. “Means nothing if I’m not with you. My desire is always you. It has never changed, and it never will.”

You suddenly feel your whole face warm. Knowing what he said is true, your heart wants to respond in kind.

But all that you blurted out was… “are you trying to propose without a ring?”

His smile twitched in wry amusement. “I would never.”

So you wait for him to bring it out, or get on one knee, but instead he was taking a step or two backwards.

“Why don’t you come here and find it?” He challenges, with that annoying smirk on his annoyingly handsome face. He even has the audacity to laugh at your expression.

This man— You should’ve known that he wouldn’t conform to conventions.

But you love him for it.

So you pounced on him with all your might, managing to make him stumble in surprise, tackling him to the floor.

Kneeling over his lying form between your legs, you ignore his oofs and grunts (and one playful plea for mercy) as you swiftly— and heavy-handedly while you’re at it— patted around his shirt and pants.

“Hah!” Extracting a small velvet box, you hold it victoriously over your head, opening it to find…

It’s empty.

Sylus laughs heartily, easily catching the box when you threw it at his face. “Such a ferocious kitten I have. You never fail to surprise me.”

He sits up, guiding your hips down to straddle his lap. Holding your hands together between his, he turns them palms up, where a pair of rings materialize from black and red smoke. The rings are a couple’s set of matching black gems, beautifully set in intricately wrought silver.

Mouth slightly agape, you stare at both rings. You can’t help but admire the soft sparkle of the gemstones.

While he’s admiring the sparkle in your eyes.

“Marry me.” He murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, the warmth of his breath grazing your face.

Unfair, you thought, as you look into his adoring eyes and see only warmth and sincerity within, his indulgent smile a familiar privilege ever only shown to you.

You feel your blood rushing through your veins as joy start to sink in, heart pounding wildly, a smile forming on your lips.

Your answer is in the kiss you give him, then quickly slip his ring on his finger as you whisper, “mine.”

His smile grows wider, an almost boyish grin you’ve never seen on him before, indulging himself in the happiness of this moment.

He chases your lips with a few kisses of his own before taking your ring to slide on your finger. His thumb rubs circles over your knuckles, a satisfied look on his face. “Mine.”

“I love you.” You smile and cup his cheeks with both hands, the ring on your finger shining quietly in affirmation.

His warm hands come up to gently grasp your wrists, the ring on his finger shining to testify in turn. “I love you too, my beloved. More than you will ever know.”

Yes, you will always remember the warmth of this night.

AN — Being with Sylus means: ✓ Body pat-down challenges to get a small item on him. Examples: the brooch, a leaf, the crow chip (during his birthdays), your ring. ✓ Will think you’re flirting if you throw small boxes at his face. ✓ Boba eyes to get his way. He knows it’s your weakness. He used it as he expectantly waited for your answer.

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— Rafayel (Dancing, Relax, Tremble)

"Relax, I'm right here."

Rafayel easily spun you, the full skirt of your dress twirling around to graze him as he dipped you once more. While visiting Talia in Verona, Rafayel had spirited you away to a beachfront restaurant for a night that would just belong to the two of you. The classical music in the background set the perfect ambience as he coaxed you outside under the light of the full moon.

"I never would have thought you'd have traded your tail for a pair of dancing feet."

With a soft laugh, his lips grazed a kiss over the tender spot right below your ear before the steady hand at your waist eased you back up to sway with him once more. 

"Did you think I'd make a bargain with a sea witch for three days on land to get you to fall in love with me? Cutie, not every fairy tale is real."

"But you are."

He stilled at your words, reaching out to cup your cheek before lightly nuzzling his nose against yours. The faint tremble in your legs was no longer from the once unsteady high heels, instead the cause could be found swelling in your chest like the tide at dawn. Within a few moments, he had picked you up, cradling you to his chest like a beloved bride as he strolled casually towards the ocean.

"I think I have to ask the sea witch for more time up here so I can be part of your world. Is forever long enough? "

— Zayne (Ice Cream, Massage, Flowers)

After a long and tiring day in the No Hunt zone, you were finally home. Once you had changed into matching snowman pajamas, Zayne tugged you close against his chest on the blanket covered couch. The living room lights were off, replaced by the soft glow from a random movie on the tv. The freshly bloomed jasmine flowers Zayne had surprised you with were already displayed in the vase nearby while a bowl of ice cream, hot chocolate flavored with extra marshmallows and whipped cream on top, sat on the coffee table with two spoons at the ready. 

"Does it still hurt?"

You could almost hear the frown in his voice, see the furrow between his brows as his thumbs massaged careful circles in the base of your already bruising palm from your weapon's sharp recoil. 

"If I say yes, will doctor's orders include cuddling, lots of sweets, and cheesy rom coms?"

"Maybe more like ice, elevation and bedrest."

"It feels fine, it's just a little sore. Maybe bruised."

With your free hand, you reached out and scooped a spoonful that was majority whipped cream before offering it to Zayne. A satisfied hum filled the room as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Sweet. Just not as sweet as you."

— Sylus (Wish, Bounty, Yearning)

Your day off was supposed to be spent relaxing with a book or sleeping on the couch under a pile of blankets. Not running through the N109 zone thanks to a bounty on your head when a nosy citizen had caught you sneaking into Sylus' safe house. Though the leader of Onychinus could easily neutralize the threat, he innocently reminded you that just days earlier you had wanted to be stronger and tugged you down a side street at a leisurely jog.

"Sylus, I wish we had one of your bikes. Or I at least had a different pair of shoes, I can't run in these boots. And for the record, I meant training more in the boxing ring, now whatever this is."

A faint tendril of red mist snaked around your waist, tugging you to a stop before you could run into the large chain link fence blocking the way out. With an annoyed huff, you backed up and looked at him expectantly.

"Don't look at me like that, kitten. A Hunter should always be prepared for anything in her path."

Mumbling under your breath about how you wished you had wings, it took five attempts before you finally managed to gain a foothold and climb to the top. Swinging one leg over the top bar, you caught your breath as you smiled triumphantly down at him. 

Just for a moment things stop, as if the N109 zone seemed like a different city from your perch on top of the world. The wistful look of yearning in his eyes wasn't lost on you as he gazed up at you, something just out of reach. As if even one moment without you near was too much, Sylus vanished in a swirl of mist before appearing next to you. 

"I wish people would stop underestimating you. That includes you, sweetie."

— Caleb (Humming, Jeans, Lipstick)

A joyful tune filled the room as you perched on the bathroom counter applying your makeup. Your jeans lay discarded on the floor, a simple black dress more fitting for whatever surprise Caleb had in store for you. He had taken to only leaving you paper planes with the dress code written on a wing along with a date and time. The suggestion for tonight had been black tie. Applying your makeup with a steady hand, you had been so caught up in your own world humming softly that you only noticed him leaning against the doorframe when he sighed softly, a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

"Are you staring at me?"

"I'm gazing. There is a difference."

With a few quick steps his arms wrapped around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the perfume he'd gifted you. With a name like Orchard's Kiss, it was no surprise you smelled of apples and fresh rain whenever you wore it. Pressing a kiss gently behind your ear, he pulled back to study your reflection in the mirror.

"Beautiful."

"You always say that, Caleb."

His gaze shifted to the two lipstick tubes you had set out to potentially use, a shade that matched your lip color or a cool toned ruby red. With a twitch of his finger, the ruby red shade rose into his hand as he guided you to face him. As his free hand cupped your cheek, he carefully applied the lipstick as if he were a painter and you were his masterpiece. One gentle swipe of his thumb under your bottom lip to ensure an even line and he hummed softly.

"It's the truth."

— Xavier (Answer, Nervous, Stars)

Sprawled out on the rooftop curled up against Xavier's chest you watched as he pointed out the constellations in tonight's starry night sky. Ursa Major. Ursa Minor. Cassiopeia. Perseus. Pegasus. Scorpius. Though you squinted, only the concept of the portraits painted in the night sky were visible to you. 

"Xavier, I think I'll just have to take your word for it."

"I can probably teleport up there and trace them all with my Evol?"

He tugged you closer, arms wrapping around your waist at your laugh. When you reached back to cup his cheek, he nuzzled into your palm before a soft kiss pressed the center.

"Maybe if you can't see them, you can tell me about them? Weren't you reading that book about stargazing?"

With a nervous laugh as you thought about your answer, your gaze traced to the group of stars that didn't have a tragic story behind it.

"Pegasus, a winged horse that was on Mount Olympus and used by Zeus to transport thunder and lightening. Everything else is more on the heartbreaking side."

"Perfect. But, you don't need to be nervous. It's just us."

"I know, but these stories are so sad. I think a part of me just wants everyone to live happily ever after."

"We don't always have to follow what is written in the stars. We can make our own choices, like how I will always choose you."