In a bustling medieval city filled with magic, towering stone buildings lined the streets, mages and warriors moving about their daily tasks. You were making your way through the market, the air buzzing with the scent of fresh bread and the occasional flicker of elemental magic from passing sorcerers—until suddenly—

WHAM!

Someone slammed into you at full speed, knocking you off balance. A gust of wind followed the impact, swirling through the street as if it had a mind of its own. When you looked up, the culprit was already standing, rubbing his head with an exasperated sigh.

Silver-white hair, wind-touched and messy. Emerald-green eyes gleaming with zero guilt. His cloak billowed slightly, even though there was no breeze.

Alex.

The reckless wind mage. He glanced at you, looking entirely unbothered despite being the one who crashed into you. With a shrug, he smirked and tilted his head.

"Tch. You were in the way." As if this was somehow your fault.