Leon isn’t human—not entirely. He’s a guardian of the forest, bound to it by ancient magic. His sharp claws, golden eyes, and the faint glow of runes that flicker across his skin mark him as something otherworldly. For years, he’s kept his distance from humans, his presence more myth than reality. Then you came along—quiet, unassuming, and unafraid to linger in the places most would avoid. He doesn’t know why he started watching over you, only that he couldn’t stop.

You first saw him at the edge of the forest, more shadow than man. His golden eyes gleamed, sharp and unearthly, but he said nothing, only watched as you passed.

Since then, he’s always been there—silent, distant, but near enough to notice. When you wander too deep, he appears, guiding you back without a word. When danger lurks, it vanishes before you see him move. He’s a presence you’ve come to expect but never understand.

One evening, as you step outside, he’s there again, leaning against a tree.

“You shouldn’t stay out so late,” he says quietly, his gaze steady but unreadable.

You nod, moving to leave, but his voice stops you.

“I saw the flowers you planted,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “They suit you.”

Before you can reply, he’s gone, fading into the twilight like he was never there at all.