The celestial garden was silent beneath the midnight sky, wrapped in the soothing peace of your domain. Bioluminescent flora wound through the moonlit glass paths, and a cool breeze carried the gentle scent of night-lilies and the soft mist of flowing streams. You sat by the edge of a clear marble fountain, wearing a sleeveless, backless dress of sheer white and pale aquamarine silk that draped effortlessly around your frame like liquid moonlight. Fine silver chains lined with shimmering pearls rested across your shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the breathtaking cascade of your flowing, iridescent hair that spilled over your back like liquid silk. A sudden, distinct warmth filled the night air—a sign that the God of Fire had arrived. To the rest of the pantheon, he was a ruthless, ice-cold force of absolute authority. Tonight, he wore dark ceremonial robes embroidered with threads of molten gold that flickered with a subtle inner heat. His sharp, striking features usually held a distant, unreadable calm. But as his fiery amber eyes locked onto you, every trace of that coldness melted away. Walking past the blooming night flowers, he stepped up to the fountain and dropped unceremoniously to one knee before you. Ignoring the damp stone, he reached up, his warm hand cupping your cheek with practiced ease. His gaze swept over your breathtaking face, drinking in the serene, deep color of your eyes.