Night, full moon, midnight. His favorite time of day and month. He decided to go for a walk again.

He saw the girl approaching him cautiously and shyly. He stopped, his eyes narrowing a little as he looked at her carefully. His lips curled into a small, cold smile. "Good evening to you too," he said calmly and politely. It was surprising how normal his voice sounded for someone who was usually associated with horror and death.

The girl was indeed lost and asked him politely for help. He took a step closer to her, his face expressionless as always, and replied in the same calm voice, "Of course I can help you find your way back home. What direction were you heading in?"

The girl's words caught him off guard, but he hid it well. He looked down at the address she gave him and then back up at her, studying her face for a moment. "You don't have to worry about that anymore," he said quietly, his voice somehow reassuring despite its icy tone. "I will make sure you get home safely." Without waiting for a reply, he began walking in the direction she needed to go, carefully guiding her through the dark streets.

He smiled again, this time more warmly, as if amused by her question. "What brings me here? I could ask you the same thing," he replied, walking at a leisurely pace beside her. "And no, I don't fear the dark any more than I do the light." There was truth in his words, as well as a hint of pride. The girl seemed to sense this and didn't push further. They continued walking together in silence for a while.

"Perhaps they fear what lurks in the darkness," he said softly, his voice sounding distant and thoughtful. "Or perhaps it is simply the unknown. People often cling to the safety of familiar surroundings, even if those surroundings can sometimes be unbearable." He paused for a moment before adding with a half-smile, "Or maybe they are just like you: lost and searching for something more."

"Perhaps it is because the darkness hides those things which we fear most," he said slowly, his eyes fixed on a distant point in the night sky. "Or perhaps it is simply that the unknown can be terrifying, even when what we fear is known to us." He glanced sideways at her, noticing how she seemed to be considering his words. "Though I suppose," he added with another small smile, "it does make for interesting conversations under a full moon, doesn't it?"

The Moon Lord smiled, his eyes glistening like frost in the moonlight.

"Oh, there is much to fear here at night,"

he said softly.

"But I am not easily frightened, and I do not seek to cause harm unless it is necessary."

The Moon Lord's smile didn't falter as he spoke of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. "There are many creatures that only come out at night, drawn by the silence and the cover of shadows," he said softly. "Some seek prey, while others simply want to avoid those who would hunt them." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice lowering even further. "And then there are beings such as myself, who find their power amplified by the night."

The Moon Lord gave her a small nod, not hiding the pride in his expression. "Indeed I am," he replied. "And it is through my magic that I am able to survive and protect what is mine from the dangers of both day and night."

"But enough about such things," he continued, returning his gaze back to the girl. "You must be tired after your journey. Tell me, do you have a name?"

He gave her a small, polite bow. "The name's Shertant," he said softly, watching her reaction carefully. It felt strange to reveal his true name to someone, but there was something about this girl that made him feel different. Perhaps it was the way she wasn't afraid of him, or maybe it was just fate bringing them together under the light of a full moon. Either way, he found himself enjoying her company more than he had expected.

As they continued walking towards her home, Shertant noticed a familiar scent on her clothes. Someone else had been close enough to touch her, and the possessive instinct within him roared to life. Without warning, his icy gaze narrowed and locked onto the girl. "Is there someone who's been bothering you recently?" he asked softly, not taking his eyes off of her face.

"Someone who's been close enough to touch you," he clarified, his voice still soft but tinged with an undercurrent of warning. "I can smell them on your clothes." The possessive instinct within him was growing stronger by the moment, threatening to overcome reason and control. But he held himself in check, waiting for her reply.

Her reaction would determine what happened next: whether he'd let it go or if he'd hunt down the one who dared touch what was his.

Shertant relaxed slightly at her explanation, but the possessive instinct within him didn't completely fade. The knowledge that someone else had been close enough to touch her still lingered in the back of his mind, a faint itch he couldn't quite scratch. "I apologize if I came across as overly protective," he said with a small smile, trying to make light of the situation. "It's just that... well, some things are important to me."

He waited for her reaction, his gaze on her face and body, still alert but no longer hostile. The night air was cool against his porcelain skin, and he couldn't help but wonder what else might be hiding in the shadows around them. Perhaps tonight would bring another chance encounter with someone or something unexpected...

Shertant smiled back at her, grateful for her understanding and amusement. "Thank you," he said softly. "And yes, I would like some tea. It's been a long time since anyone last offered me such a kindness." They continued walking together towards her home, the moon casting its silvery light across their path as they talked and laughed.

As they drew closer to her house, he couldn't help but notice how at ease she seemed with him, almost as if she trusted him completely. It was an odd feeling for him; most people ran or fought when they saw his eyes, felt the coldness emanating from him. But this girl... She seemed different somehow.

He vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power not to harm her, no matter what happened. For some reason, she was special to him, and he needed to make sure she stayed that way.

"It's no trouble at all," Shertant replied with a polite nod, watching her as she moved about the cozy little house. He removed his cloak and slipped off his boots, setting them beside hers before taking one of the offered pairs of slippers. They fitted him perfectly, hugging his feet like a second skin. "Your hospitality is very much appreciated," he added with another warm smile.

He could sense her unease about having him in her home, but she didn't push him away or demand that he leave. Perhaps there was more to this girl than met the eye... Whatever the case, he intended to respect her wishes and remain a guest in her home until she asked him otherwise.

Shertant chuckled softly as he watched her move around the house, hiding his own pain and discomfort under a mask of amusement. "I hope you don't mind my asking," he said casually, "but is something troubling you? You seem... somewhat distracted."

He waited for her reply, sipping at his tea as he studied her face for any signs of anger or discomfort. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse for her.

Shertant smiled gently at her, his eyes softening as he took the mug she offered. "It's quite all right," he assured her. "I understand what it's like to feel lost sometimes." He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing, "And even when we do find our way back, there are always scars left behind."

Shertant took a sip of his tea before answering, his expression carefully controlled. "At times, I suppose one could say that." He set the mug down and gave her a small, apologetic smile. "But we each find our own way through the darkness, don't you think?"

Shertant raised an eyebrow at her words, curiosity flaring in his cold eyes. "And what do you think might be the reason for that?" he asked gently, sipping at his tea as he studied her face for any signs of distress or unease. He was genuinely interested in knowing more about her thoughts on the matter, and whether she might have some insight into his own feelings.

Shertant considered her words carefully, nodding slowly as he took in her meaning. "Yes," he said softly, the acknowledgment heavy with understanding and regret, "I believe you're right." He paused for a moment, then added with another small smile, "But perhaps it is not as lonely in the dark when one has company they can rely on."

Shertant smiled back at her, feeling a warmth spread through his chest as he did so. Perhaps there was hope yet for him and the girl, that they might find some sort of connection or comfort in each other's company, even though they came from such different worlds. For now, however, he would simply enjoy their conversation and savor the peacefulness of this moment before returning to his solitary existence once more.

"What about you?" he asked, changing the subject slightly. "Have you found what it is that you've been searching for since moving here?"

Shertant chuckled softly at her words, sympathy welling up within him. "It's a difficult thing to find one's place in the world," he said gently, taking another sip of his tea. "But I have faith that you will discover what it is you truly desire. Until then, perhaps we can continue discussing such matters over future cups of tea?"

His voice was carefully noncommittal, not wanting to promise anything more than a casual friendship but also hoping that she might interpret his words as an invitation for something deeper. The moonlight cast its soft glow across the room, painting them both in its silver light, making their meeting seem almost fated despite their different natures.

Shertant smiled at her question, feeling a strange mix of delight and unease in his chest. "You can always find me when the night grows dark and the shadows lengthen," he replied softly, not quite meeting her eyes. "Or, if you prefer, I could come to you under the full moon's light." His words carried an unspoken promise of protection as well as a hint of possession, reflecting both his nature as the Moon Lord and the bond that had begun to form between them.

The silence stretched out for a moment before he added with a small laugh, "Or perhaps we could meet somewhere in between." His voice was light, almost teasing, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness beneath it that didn't escape her notice. She smiled back at him, feeling equally caught between amusement and uncertainty.

The moon continued its eternal dance across the sky outside their cozy little world, a

Shertant chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, not entirely. I do venture out during the day sometimes, though it's rare." He paused, studying her face carefully before continuing in a more serious tone, "But for me... the night is when I feel most at home." His voice held an edge of truth that was impossible to ignore.

The air between them shifted subtly, becoming charged with an unspoken understanding and connection that neither of them could deny. Despite their differences, there was something about this girl that called to him in a way no one else ever had before. It was as if she held the key to unlocking a part of himself he'd long thought lost... or perhaps even forgotten.

As the moon continued its eternal journey across the sky outside their window, the pair sat together beneath its silvery light, each lost in their own thoughts and feelings, wondering where this

Shertant listened to her words carefully, nodding slightly as she spoke. "Yes," he replied gently, his eyes never leaving her face, "it is true that my power does increase at night." He paused for a moment, thinking about how best to explain himself and what it meant to be the Moon Lord. "But I am not only powerful during the night," he continued softly, "I am also capable of compassion, love... and friendship." His voice grew even softer as he spoke these last words, and there was an unmistakable earnestness in his expression that made them seem all the more heartfelt.

The silence between them stretched out again as they both considered their words and their growing understanding of one another. Despite their differences, they were connected now in a way neither could ignore or deny. It was as if fate itself had brought them together under the light of the moon, drawing them into an intimate

"My domain lies beyond the mortal realm," he replied enigmatically, studying her face for her reaction. "It is a place of darkness and shadows, where few mortals dare to venture." He paused, thinking about how much more to tell her before deciding that perhaps it was best not to reveal too much just yet. "But I can show you if you'd like," he added softly, wondering what she would say to his offer.

Shertant smiled slightly at her question. "I am more than just a magician, it's true." He paused, considering how much to tell her before deciding on the truth, however cryptic it might be. "I am the Moon Lord; my power comes from the celestial realm and is tied to the phases of the moon itself. It has been my duty for countless lifetimes to guard and protect those who dwell within my domain."

He watched her reaction carefully, wondering how much she truly believed him. He knew he could reveal more, show her more of his world if she was interested, but he also wanted to respect her boundaries and ensure that she felt safe with him first and foremost. The air between them felt charged with an electricity that was both exciting and terrifying in its potential.

"Would you like to see?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "