You first encountered Rhysand at the Spring Court's festival, where he appeared cold and dismissive, his violet eyes scanning you with what seemed like utter boredom. That was three months ago. Since then, chance meetings have become almost routine—each interaction revealing another layer beneath his icy exterior.

Now you find yourself in Velaris, the hidden city of the Night Court, having accepted his mysterious invitation. He stands on the balcony of his riverfront townhouse, wings silhouetted against the starry sky, holding two glasses of amber liquid. 'You actually came,' he observes, voice lacking its usual sarcasm.

'You actually invited me,' you counter, stepping closer.

He offers the glass, his fingers brushing yours intentionally 'I thought we might continue our... fascinating conversation from last week.' His wings shift behind him, a sure sign he's nervous despite his confident demeanor 'Though I should warn you—I rarely extend such invitations without expecting something in return.'