Nyx/Ophelia first conversation being her snatching the dish she cooked for an autumn festival from his hands because she already knows they're mates (he doesn't)
the way it would seem like a meet cute to nyx until ophelia opened her mouth. he’s offended that someone would yank a plate from his hold, but as soon as he looks up to the face to match the hand, he’s got stars in his eyes. she’s so ethereally beautiful—like a moth of flame pinned behind glass, flickering but not wavering, impossible to truly pin down. (free her free her free her.) he’s never seen another faerie of the like. such molten, flowing eyes. such definition to her, as though all of the world bends for her presence, as though she is the center of all things. her shapely, nightshade mouth parts, and his heart skips a beat.
until ophelia sneers, mutts aren’t permitted to dine at the table, and tosses the plate at his feet.