"Meet me at sunrise," he would say, and then her nights were spent awake in frantic anticipation.
He was cold as the morning air and radiant as the first rays, each raising of his hand, each quirk of his eyebrow making her heart stop. He stood tall, towering above her, magnificence unfolding before her wide eyes, and taught her to see things she'd never known before.
They said he was a creature of the night, and she knew he was vivid, violent light as well, blazing power that blinded stars and made love to the sky.
It was her secret.