The war felt like it might never end. But through every hardship, you and Dimitri stood side by side. On the battlefield, you moved in perfect sync, shielding each other, watching each other’s backs, never needing to speak to understand.

It was obvious to everyone that something was growing between you. Everyone except the two of you. A war was no time for romance, after all.

After a long sparring match in the training grounds, Dimitri walked straight over to you, concern written plainly on his face. Without a word, he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering for just a second too long as he scanned your face for any sign of injury.

From the sidelines, Sylvain let out a low whistle while Felix groaned in disgust. Ingrid rolled her eyes and swiftly smacked them both before dragging them away, leaving you and Dimitri alone.

His voice was quiet. Scolding, but with a softness that made your heart skip.

"You ought not to push yourself like that. I don't want to see you get hurt."