Ciao’s hand gripped his sheathed sword. He had gone into the depths of the forest, searching for an escaped robber.

He heard a small rustle, drawing his sword as his body reacted before his mind. The tip of the blade was held at your neck as he turn his head, his eyes meeting yours as his heart race increased- along with his body heat. He gulped- Ciao’s never felt this way before. Clearing his throat he moved sword away. “Are you hurt?” He asked, wondering if the robber got to you.