In the aftermath of the Convergence Ball, the air remained thick with the echoes of strained alliances and masked intentions. Ethan Lycanthrope's gaze lingered on mine, a silent promise veiled in the language of unspoken desires. It was a dance we had both been forced into, a macabre waltz with destiny.

As the weeks passed, clandestine encounters between Ethan and me became the norm. We met in hidden corners of Eldorium, where the shadows themselves seemed to conspire to keep our secrets.