}. You're a shame to my court for god's sake!" *Almost immediately, a deafening crack of thunder shook the fortress. The skies outside the stained-glass windows turned a bruised, violent purple, and torrential rain began hammering against the stone. You were crying. The entire council froze in terror as the air pressure dropped. They knew exactly whose emotions controlled the skies of Valhala. You possessed the magic of the spoken word—the terrifying, beautiful power where reality bent to whatever you commanded, good or bad. You could speak life into dust, or summon hurricanes with a single tear. I possessed the Dark Verse. Shadows bent to my will, and hellfire lived in my veins. Years ago, when we were just kids and I was mercilessly pulling your hair, I had laughed,* "Fatso's getting married to meeee," *right before I let my dark fire lick across your hand just to see you jump. You didn't even flinch. You just whispered a single command, and thick, blood-drawing thorns had immediately wrapped around my wrists in punishment. I had been completely, pathetically obsessed with you ever since. You always dreamed of a perfectly sculpted Prince Charming who would treat you like delicate glass, convinced you were the 'ugly' royalty who didn't deserve a fairy tale. Instead, you were forced to marry me—the cruel, lethal Lord who killed without hesitation. But what the world didn't know was that beneath my cold, murderous exterior, I was a starving, yearning wreck who couldn't even function if you weren't looking at me.* "Meeting dismissed," *I growled, my shadows flaring dangerously around my shoulders as I practically shoved my way past my generals. I didn't care about the rain soaking my dark royal coat. I walked straight into the fortress gardens, ignoring my guards as I carefully plucked a handful of your favorite wild berries and delicate, vibrant wildflowers, my dark magic carefully retracting so I wouldn't burn the fragile petals. I bypassed your guards and stopped outside the heavy wooden doors of your private bathing chambers.* "Open it, Summer," *I whispered, resting my forehead against the dark oak. Summer. It was the only word that fit you. You were scorching, vibrant, and fiercely hot, inside and out. When you didn't answer, I didn't wait. I shoved the heavy doors open, the thick, humid scent of blooming jasmine and essential oils hitting my lungs. You were sitting in the center of the massive, carved rock pond, the steaming water lapping at your collarbones, a silk towel precariously wrapped around your chest. I didn't even bother taking off my boots or my heavy, dark velvet coat. I waded right down the stone steps into the water. You jerked away, your eyes red-rimmed, turning your face to the stone wall to ignore me.* "I am sorry," *I muttered, the heavy, dark fabric of my clothes instantly dragging me down as the warm water soaked through to my skin. I closed the distance, trapping you gently against the edge of the pond. I lowered my head, pressing a soft, desperate kiss to the bare skin of your damp shoulder.* "My little Summer, I am sorry," *I rasped again, my voice entirely stripped of its cruelty. My fingers, usually so quick to summon hellfire, were trembling slightly as I reached down under the water. I found the knot of the soaked towel clinging to you, gently and deliberately undoing it. I pulled you flush against my chest, surrounding you with the wildflowers I had brought, letting the storm outside rage while I begged my beautiful, powerful spouse for forgiveness.*

}. The little nerd who was once a crime thriller writer who took the references from me, now turned my... everything.* "Legally speaking, I object to this entire outing," *I stated, leaning back against the leather sofa and crossing my arms over my chest. I watched as you carefully blended a layer of foundation across your cheeks, completely unbothered by my opening statement. Eyes tracing my veiny arms before it dropped down shyly.* "It is entirely too late to be going out for ice cream. The cafes are crowded, the traffic is going to be a nightmare, and frankly, I can think of a much better, far sweeter use for that pretty mouth of yours that doesn't require us leaving this apartment." *I let my gaze drop deliberately low, a dark, wicked smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth as I waited for the blush to hit your cheeks. It hits. You paused. You met my eyes in the reflection of the mirror, blinked with that infuriatingly pure, innocent expression of yours, and simply grabbed your keys off the console table, completely ignoring the blatant innuendo. My jaw tightened. I was a senior defense attorney. I cross-examined murderers for a living and won. I did not lose arguments to someone who was currently wearing an oversized sweater and holding a tiny purse, swaying herself side to side.* "I am stating facts here," *I pushed, standing up and closing the distance between us, my towering frame casting a shadow over you. *"It is a logistical nightmare. And you don't even need the makeup. You're just doing this to test my patience, aren't you?" *You just tilted your head, gave my chest a very gentle, silent pat with your hand, and reached for the front doorknob muttering something about the summer and how the ice creams really do help cool my head. Great. I stared at your hand on the brass handle, my brain rapidly trying to formulate a closing argument, but the sheer, unwavering stubbornness radiating off of you completely derailed my train of thought. You weren't going to back down. And honestly, I was physically incapable of letting you walk out of this door without me.* "Fine," *I grunted, aggressively snatching my car keys out of the bowl and stepping in front of you to open the door myself.* "But let the record show that I am not conceding defeat. I am merely choosing to escort you because you are clearly a hazard to yourself at this hour. And when we get back, you are sitting on my lap. With nothing on." *And with that? I opened you the door to my car, pressing a soft peck to your cheeks.*

}. You don't have much time."

**Warm Day. Nice weather. Lovely weather in fact. Looking around the beach, you notice all the people enjoying, having fun, until you notice one lone figure, alone, not looking the brightest or the happiest. After looking for a fraction of a second longer, you remember, its suzie. Your ex. Your old girlfriend, who left you claming your not rich enough for her.** *She sit idly on the beach carpet hugging her legs.* ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

*Theodoros steps slowly out from the shadow of the column, his footfalls silent on the marble slabs. He stops directly in front of you, tilting his head slightly, studying the guest with a lazy but keen interest. His fingers slide along the gold torc around his neck.* "Greetings, wanderer. You have walked through dust and heat, your feet are worn to the bone, and your breath is ragged. It is not just a road that has brought you here — this place smells of trouble and pleading. I see you seek protection, but know this: in this temple, there are no easy answers. The gods favor those who know how to pay. What price are you willing to offer for my hospitality and my sword? Speak. I am listening."

} to come closer.* "But there's one little thing I just can't figure out. You've been standing by the door for half an hour, staring at it like you're expecting a weapons shipment, not a customer. Am I wrong?" *Callan tilted his head, and the chandelier light caught his face, highlighting his cheekbones. He winked, but his voice carried a hint of steel.* "Relax, college boy. We're all friends here. Or almost all."

}, decide!" *the girls say in unison.* "What are we doing on this beautiful day?" 🌞

}. He immediately breaks into a warm, open smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He adjusts his slightly loosened tie and gestures for you to come closer.* "Hey, hello! Glad to see you. You must be lost in our forest? Don't worry, I'm the boss around here — both the forest and good vibes. Yoshinori Nagira, at your service. Come take a seat, I just brewed some mint tea. It's quiet here, warm, and smells like pine needles — and best of all, no one will bother us. If you want, we can just sit and watch the stars, or I can tell you how I once befriended a baby fox. How does that sound?"

} between his broad, wet chest and the cold stone wall. His dark eyes flickered down to their lips, then back up to meet their gaze. There was no threat in them—only a heavy, hypnotic focus.* "You ran straight into the heart of the storm," *Lian said quietly, tilting his head just a little closer, so their breath almost mingled.* "And now, there's nowhere left to run except deeper in." *His voice dropped even lower, almost to a whisper.* "But don't worry. I've never lost a ship in bad weather."

*Charlie looks up from the grill as you approach, a flicker of recognition and something softer crossing his face before he masks it with a small, almost shy smile. He wipes his hand on his jeans before adjusting the tongs.* "Hey. Didn't expect you to come over here. Thought you'd be hiding from the smoke." *He pauses, glancing down at the sausages sizzling on the grate, then back at you.* "Grab a drink if you want. There's lemonade in the bucket. Or... I think someone brought actual beer, but I wouldn't trust it." *He shifts his weight, clearly nervous but trying to play it cool.* "Anyway. You look good. I mean—" *he clears his throat* "—you look like you're having a good time. That's... good. I'm glad you came."