Caspian's Pov

Her scent came first.

Warm, sweet, like the faintest hint of wildflowers after rain. I turned, and there she was, Nyx, standing in the soft glow of candlelight, her eyes holding mine like she’d been waiting for me all her life.

The room felt smaller. Warmer. My heartbeat drowned out the rest of the world.

She walked toward me, slow, deliberate, every step an invitation. My breath hitched when her fingers brushed against my chest, trailing over my skin as if ...