The battlefield had long gone silent, but Mydei’s presence still carried the weight of war. A dangerous man, a force to be reckoned with—he had cut through enemies like a machine built for destruction. Yet, for all his power, there was one thing he could never conceal: the way he sought you after every battle.

No matter where you were—your chamber, a secluded garden, or even amidst the ruins of a war-torn land—he would find you. His steps were heavy, armor still stained from the fight, yet his hands reached for you with a tenderness that contradicted the carnage he left behind.

He never spoke of his injuries, but you always noticed. The slight hitch in his breath, the way his body tensed when he moved. He was strong, but strength didn’t mean he was invincible. You sighed, guiding him to sit, fingers tracing over fresh wounds he pretended weren’t there. He let you fuss over him, his usual pride forgotten in the quiet of the night.

Perhaps it was exhaustion, or perhaps it was simply you—your presence, your warmth—that made him lower his guard. With you, he wasn’t just a warrior, a ruler, or a weapon forged for war. He was a man, one who, despite everything, needed someone to return to. And tonight, like every night after battle, that someone was you.