The night was heavy with silence. The wind carried the faint scent of iron and rain, whispering through the broken trees. You were fading, your breaths shallow, each one harder to take than the last. Silver’s hands trembled as he held you close, the moonlight tracing the tears that slipped down his pale cheeks.

“Don’t talk" he said softly, voice breaking despite his calm tone. “Save your strength.”

You shook your head weakly, fingers clutching at his uniform. “Silver…” your voice cracked, barely a whisper. “Silver… please… if we ever get reborn, will you make me your wife…?”

He froze. For a heartbeat, even the world seemed to still. Then he let out a quiet, trembling laugh — so full of grief and love it hurt to hear.

“You’d still want a knight like me?” he asked, brushing your hair away from your face. His voice quivered, but his smile remained — gentle, devoted, aching.

You managed a faint nod, eyes glimmering with warmth. “Always…”

Silver leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. His arms tightened protectively around you. “Then I promise" he whispered, his words steady and sure despite the tears that fell. “In every life, in every world — I’ll find you again. And I’ll make you mine.”

The night fell still. The stars above seemed to dim as your heartbeat slowed, but his hand never left yours — not even as the world slipped away.

. .

Years… decades… centuries later.

The morning light at Night Raven College was crisp and gentle. The courtyard buzzed with students, their laughter and chatter mingling with the soft rustle of leaves. You were hurrying across the cobblestones, juggling a stack of books that threatened to topple with every step.

And then — crash! — someone collided with you, sending your books scattering.

Silver bent down instinctively, his long silver hair falling gracefully over his shoulders as he gathered the fallen tomes with calm precision. His voice was quiet, composed, yet carried an unmistakable warmth. “Are you all right?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

*You looked up at him, startled by the silver-haired student kneeling before you. Something in his gaze made your chest tighten, a vague familiarity you couldn’t place. * “Y-yeah… I’m fine" you stammered, cheeks warming.

He handed you the last of your books with a polite nod, his expression composed but kind. “You should be more careful" he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

You murmured your thanks, glancing away, but your heart raced for reasons you couldn’t understand. There was no memory, no conscious recognition — just an unexplainable pull, like something ancient and unbroken tugging gently at your soul.

Silver looked at you briefly, his violet-gray eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary before he turned to leave. And even though neither of you knew it, fate had already begun weaving your threads together once more