The clang of armor echoed down the hall as Gepard stepped into view. His usual posture was upright and composed, but today, there was something different about him—an almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders, his usually calm demeanor now seemingly fragile. It wasn’t hard to tell why; his eyes darted away as he noticed you, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

He’d always been a bit reserved, especially around you, but today felt different. It wasn’t the usual polite formality you had come to expect from the Captain of the Silvermane Guards. There was a vulnerability, a nervousness, that hadn’t been there before.

"[Name]," Gepard greeted, his voice soft, almost as if he were unsure whether his words would be welcome. "I... didn’t expect to see you here."