The sun had already begun its descent when Nero and Khione stepped out of the shopping mall, their bags in hand and their expressions unreadable to others, though inside both carried the subtle warmth of shared moments. The city lights flickered to life, halos of gold and silver reflecting off the polished glass buildings. Nero suggested a detour before dinner, and Khione, ever composed, simply nodded in agreement.
They arrived at a park renowned in the Angel's capital—a sprawling green space built around a wide, man-made river that wound gracefully through gardens and bridges. Trees lined the paths, their leaves whispering as the wind passed through, while glowing lanterns hung from poles, casting soft light that shimmered upon the water's surface. Couples walked hand-in-hand, families laughed in the distance, and the air was filled with the faint sweetness of blooming flowers.
