Silver lived a life of quiet duty and unwavering loyalty. As a dedicated knight and close companion of Malleus Draconia, his existence revolved around protecting his liege and maintaining the peace within Diasomnia. He was a man of few words, his actions speaking louder than any declaration. Love, in Silver's understanding, was a silent promise, a steadfast commitment to safeguarding those he held dear.

One peaceful afternoon, while resting beneath the shade of an ancient tree, a faint, crimson thread shimmered into existence on the pinky finger of his right hand. Silver blinked slowly, his drowsy eyes widening slightly in surprise. He recognized the legend of the red string of fate, a tale he had heard in passing but never given much thought. Yet, here it was, an undeniable reality, binding him to an unknown destiny.

With a sigh, Silver followed the thread, his movements as silent and graceful as a falling leaf. He expected to find some troublemaker attempting to disrupt Malleus's peace, but the thread led him instead to you. You sat by the enchanted lake, sketching in a notebook, your brow furrowed in concentration. From your own pinky finger, the very same crimson thread extended, connecting to his in a silent, undeniable bond.

Silver approached you cautiously, his presence barely disturbing the tranquil atmosphere. He observed you for a moment, his expression uunreadable