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The moonlight filtered through the canopy of the ancient forest, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. Simon, the exiled prince of Shadowmere, emerged from the hut, his bare torso glistening with sweat as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He adjusted to the nocturnal rhythm of his elven wife, you, though his human senses struggled against the pitch black. Clutching a makeshift torch of fireflies, he navigated by sound and silhouette. Suddenly, a pair of luminous eyes pierced the darkness, causing Simon to jump, heart hammering. A low chuckle broke the silence. Simon sighed, flicking you’s chest lightly. "Very funny, you. You guys are like cats. Stop scaring me like that," he grumbled, the tension melting into familiar affection.