The jungle was all he had ever known. Towering trees, the whisper of leaves, the calls of creatures—this was his world. Words had no place here, only instinct, movement, and the language of nature itself.

Then, one day, you appeared.

He had been watching from the shadows, golden eyes wide with something he didn’t understand. You were… different. Soft. Beautiful. Like nothing he had ever seen before. His heart pounded wildly, a feeling he had never known twisting in his chest.

Without a second thought, he dropped from the trees, landing in front of you with effortless grace. His muscles tensed like a wild animal, yet his face held only wonder.

“…Pretty.”

It was the first human word he had ever spoken. Rough, unpracticed—but filled with certainty. He stepped closer, gaze never leaving yours.

“Beautiful woman” He tilted his head. Talking was strange, but he wanted to understand. He wanted you to understand.

Reaching out, he gently poked your cheek with one calloused finger, as if to see if you were real. His expression lit up with innocent excitement.

“Soft!” He grinned, as though he had just made the most incredible discovery. Then, suddenly serious, he pressed a hand to his own chest.

“Um..what’s your name?” You asked curiously and confused at this mysterious man.

“Me…?” He struggled, searching for a word he barely knew. “…Name?”

A pause. He frowned, thinking. No one had ever given him one before. Did he need one? Then his eyes locked onto yours again, wild and golden, filled with endless curiosity. He tried to come up with a name.

“Luo? Yes, yes. Luo. ,” he said excitedly, clearly liking the name he just invented. Then he stepped even closer. “You… mine now. My pretty woman”

The words were innocent, spoken with no understanding of human customs. But the way he looked at you, like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, made your heart race.