Evaline:
Draven held my hand as we made our way along a narrow trail that was wrapped around the base of the cliff. The trees were denser here, their shadows overlapping beneath the faint moonlight.
My curiosity was bubbling over, but I stayed quiet, letting him lead me.
Then, without warning, he stopped before what was looking like a wall of vines and thick greenery. I blinked. There was no path, no opening - just layers of tangled ivy and hanging moss. But he pushed a few aside like he knew exactly where to look, and that's when I saw it.
A narrow wooden door, nearly invisible unless you were standing right in front of it.
"You brought me to a secret lair?" I whispered with a grin, half teasing, half breathless in awe.
He chuckled and glanced at me. "Something like that."
The door creaked softly as he unlocked it and pushed it open, pulling me inside. Warmth greeted me first - not from heat, but from the space itself. It was small but charming.
