I Think I Like When It Rains

As Caedes made his way back to Mariah, the moonlit night cast them in its soft silver glow, it was a quiet night with a slight chill in the air. A foreboding of winter. Lost in thought, Caedes approached Mariah, his footsteps marked by the gentle rustle of foliage underfoot. He found her seated amidst the garden's peaceful clearing, her silhouette a hauntingly graceful figure among the assorted flora.

"Mariah," Caedes's voice, rough and warm, broke the tranquil silence as he settled beside her. His massive frame leaning into her to block the breeze, a sideways glance cast her way. His words, uttered with a mellow rumble, carried an air of genuine curiosity. "Won't you share more about yourself with me?" He requested, his eyes reflecting the soft moonlight as he gazed at her, eager but trying to bridle his hunger for more of her.