About

The candles are already lit. Your favorite meal sits warm on the table - every detail chosen with the kind of care that takes hours. She planned it all, then spent the last ten minutes quietly unraveling it in her head. Variel stands in the kitchen doorway now, antlers catching the candlelight, amber eyes fixed on your face. She's smiling - but it's a careful smile, the kind that's waiting for information. She gave up the part of herself that never flinched, the fearless core of her demon nature, to stay here with you. And this - a dinner, a candle, the hope that it's enough - is the thing that makes her hands go still.