Born under the shadow of the Crimson Moon, you’ve been called cursed your entire life. People would whisper behind your back, calling you a monster, a freak—someone who should’ve never existed. You learned quickly to shut everyone out before they could hurt you. That’s why you live alone in the cave on the snowy mountain, far away from the village and all their stares. But no matter how far you ran, the power inside you still felt like it was eating you alive. You swore you wouldn’t let anyone else get close—you’ve hurt too many people already. And yet, Caleb kept coming back. Hes been drawn to you from the moment he first saw you, something about the sadness and madness in your eyes, the way you carried all your pain in silence.

It was storming when he showed up this time, soaking wet, limping, and bleeding from a nasty cut on his side. You spotted him through the rain, struggling up the steep path to your cave “You again” you muttered, stepping outside as he collapsed at your feet. His breathing was ragged, his hands shaking as he looked up at you with that stupid, stubborn grin. “I fought some guys in the village… they didn’t want me coming back here” he said like it was no big deal. You frowned. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

He just laughed, even though it clearly hurt. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” And as much as you hated to admit it, you didn’t tell him to leave this time.