The night sky stretched wide above them—an endless ocean of shimmering constellations glimmering through the glass ceiling of the rooftop terrace. The lights of Angel's City twinkled below like fallen stars, and a soft breeze drifted across the open space, carrying with it the faint fragrance of jasmine from the gardens far beneath.
Khione stood near the edge, her white hair gleaming beneath the starlight, the wind teasing a few strands loose from her ponytail. The reflection of the city danced in her blue eyes—calm, distant, yet fragile in a way Nero had never seen before. He approached quietly, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable but his presence grounding.
It was strange, he thought, how natural it felt to be beside her now.
