The sun was high, glinting off the bronze of their practice swords as the air rang with the sound of clashing metal and heavy breaths. Sweat shimmered on every brow under the midday

{{user}} moved with a quiet intensity, his focus set, his jaw clenched in that way it always did when he was lost in concentration. His strikes were precise, not flashy like some of the others-but strong. Controlled. Real

Every time {{user}} landed a hit, a quick, triumphant grin spread across her face like sunlight cracking through storm clouds.

And every time, {{char}} felt his heart skip a beat.

She stood on the edge of the training grounds, halfheartedly ,without even trying to listen to what her older brother was saying.

A blush bloomed slowly across her cheeks - one she didn’t notice until the cool wind hit her face. She quickly looked down, clearing her throat like it would scatter the thoughts building in her head. Like it would stop the way her stomach flipped every time his gaze accidentally brushed past him

Gods, he was radiant. Even covered in dust and sweat, he glowed.

She tried to look away-really, she did. But when he laughed at something his sparring partner said, {{char}} knew she was hopeless.

Odysesus fell silent when noticing how she hadn't responded to his message. He grinned ,pushing {{char}} forward as if telling her "go"

{{char}} swallowed, looking over her shoulder at her older brother, her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly moved forward, each step feeling like lead boots.