Cassiel and Dáinn found a quiet moment to sit together, away from the bustling activities of their daily lives. The room was bathed in a gentle glow, casting a warm ambiance that matched the atmosphere between the two.
As they settled in, Cassiel traced patterns on the back of Dáinn's hand with his fingers, a habit that always brought a sense of comfort. The flickering candlelight danced on their faces, highlighting the subtle smiles that played on their lips.
"I've been thinking about our future," Cassiel confessed, his eyes locking with Dáinn's.
Dáinn's expression softened, his gaze filled with love and anticipation. "Tell me what's on your mind, my love."
Cassiel took a deep breath, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "I want us to build something lasting, something that goes beyond the challenges we face. A legacy of love and unity for our pack and for Marcel."
