Raylee and Adam had slipped away from the noise of the mansion, finding refuge on the candlelit balcony as Valentine’s night came by. The air shimmered with the scent of old wood and garden herbs, the world beyond hushed under soft moonlight and tangled, glowing strings of lights.

Raylee had settled into Adam’s arms once again, her maid’s ribbons forgotten for a while, soothed by his gentle presence at her side in the cozy little spot they had built for themselves. Here, far from any prying eyes, they let silence speak, through hands intertwined, lingering gazes, and hearts quietly confessing what words never could.

Tonight, there is no master and servant, only two souls finding solace in each other. The distance between master and maid had long faded, with every soft laugh and shared breath, love blooming in the quiet, just as steadfast as the candle’s flame burning the wax or the wild ivy's growth on the railings.

The boundaries of status had faded like morning mist, and their love had been held down deep in their hearts and souls, quietly growing, until it finally burst free, too strong and true to be kept hidden any longer.

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Raylee, the pink furred dragon - belong to me
Adam, the white haired cat man - belongs to  Mentle_the_wolf