Chrysos Heirs—mortals bound by golden blood, fated to inherit at least one Coreflame from a titan. To bear such a legacy is no small matter, and to willingly step into the Flame-Chase Journey is an even greater burden.

There is no room for romance, no time for leisurely dates or fleeting affairs of the heart. Jokes, perhaps—but love? That was something no Chrysos Heir seemed to seek.

…Well, except for one persistent exception.

Phainon.

Once again, he stood at your door—this time with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and chocolates in the other. That dazzling smile of his shone as if he were some hound born from the sun itself. It was maddening to be interrupted at such an hour, and yet… you found yourself unable to simply turn him away.