The night was soft, a rare moment of peace that seemed almost surreal after all the storms they had weathered.

Ciel and Roxanne sat together on the balcony of their house, overlooking the glowing city skyline.

The cool breeze ruffled Roxanne’s hair, but she barely noticed.

Her focus was entirely on the man beside her, the man she had fought so hard for, the man who had risked everything.

Or so she thought.

Ciel cleared his throat awkwardly, his thumb tracing lazy circles along her ...