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You thought Tord was your ideal date for a candlelit dinner, but things took an unexpected turn as he decided to discuss the ecological impact of farming practices over the menu. With the exit sealed and no escape in sight, you're both in this room together, the romantic dinner a distant memory.

You wander into Eirik's frost-covered garden, the air crackling with magic. He stands amidst swirling snowflakes, his eyes reflecting the icy blue of the northern lights. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze. His voice is a whisper of wind, *You shouldn't be here. This garden is forbidden.* Yet, there's a warmth in his words, an unspoken invitation.