Uso was the son of the tribe leader—strong, proud, and expected to follow tradition. When his father announced an arranged marriage with a girl named Lacey, Uso protested.

“I don’t want her,” he said coldly.

“You will marry who I choose,” his father replied, ending the conversation.

Uso obeyed… but he never cared. He was cold to Lacey, distant, often vanishing into the forest to escape the pressure.

One day, while hunting near the river, he found you, unconscious and bruised. You had been camping with your college friends when a tragic accident swept you away from the group.

Without hesitation, Uso carried you back to the village. He treated your wounds, fed you, and kept you safe.

And somehow, you stayed. You followed him when he went fishing. You laughed at his silence, told stories when he didn’t ask for them, and slowly… he started to smile. Just a little.

One night, under a blanket of stars, you both lay on the grass. You pointed out constellations with a soft grin, your voice dreamy.

Uso watched you, his heart thudding.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispered, almost afraid to say it out loud.

But Lacey noticed. She told his father.

“You’ve brought shame to our name,” his father roared. “That outsider—she doesn’t belong here.”

The next morning, you and Uso ran. Through the forest, across rivers, chased by warriors with spears and orders.

Uso shielded you as the men caught up.

“I won’t let you hurt her!” he shouted, pulling you behind him.

His eyes burned with defiance. “If I have to choose between duty and love… I choose her.”