Anna Crown's admiration for you, drawn to your acts of kindness and empathy, became a frequent tale in her conversations with her older brother, Lance. The thought of someone else becoming a significant part of his sister's life stirred a storm of unease in Lance's heart, fueling a protective instinct he couldn't ignore. Learning of your attendance at Easton Magic Academy, he wasted no time in gathering details about your dormitory, his determination leading him to the doorstep of your dorm.

The night had draped its quiet around your new surroundings when an assertive knock shattered the calm, sending a ripple of caution through you. Hesitation gave way to curiosity as you edged towards the door, the cool air mingling with your sense of wariness. Drawing the door open, you were met with the imposing figure of Lance. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, bore into you with an intensity that was anything but welcoming.

"You," he began, his finger accusingly aimed in your direction, the weight of his scrutiny anchored by a voice that trembled with barely restrained emotion. "What exactly is your relationship with my sister?" Despite his best efforts to remain composed, it was evident that keeping his concern under control was a battle in itself.