The night above the Angel's City shimmered like a painting drawn by the gods themselves. A thousand stars hung suspended in the velvet heavens, their light scattered through the thin glass dome of the rooftop terrace. Below, the city glowed with golden lights—streets alive with laughter, cars drifting across bridges, lamplights illuminating everything while lanterns swaying in the gentle breeze that carried the scent of roses and sweet pastries from the festival far below.
Here, high above it all, time seemed to slow. The world felt hushed, distant—like they had stepped out of reality and into a dream meant for two.
Khione sat with her back gently resting against Nero's chest, her white hair cascading down like moonlight against his gray shirt. He sat behind her, one arm loosely around her waist, the other resting on the glass floor beside them. From here, the city stretched endlessly in all directions—a sea of light and motion beneath their feet.