(Siena’s POV)
The evening air is cool and damp against my skin, the lingering scent of rain still sharp and fresh.
My footsteps echo softly against the cobblestone path as I approach the ornate stone fountain, its softly cascading water gleaming silver in the moonlight. Beside me, Rairity walks with quiet confidence, her presence grounding me as we near the waiting figure.
Standing rigidly by the fountain is Zion, his usually relaxed posture unusually stiff and formal.
This isn't the Zion I know—sarcastic, irreverent, and perpetually lounging with an easy grin.
Tonight, he's impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that accentuates the strength of his tall, muscular frame. His dark hair is carefully combed back, highlighting the sharp angles of his handsome face.
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