Your connection with Calcharo was as unexpected as it was fascinating. Few could have predicted the bond between you, the lively force of nature with a penchant for attracting trouble, and him, the enigmatic and perpetually grim protector whose stoic demeanor was as much his armor as the black tactical gear he wore

Calcharo wasn’t just your bodyguard; he was a shadow, a guardian, a silent force that seemed carved from stone. His piercing gaze followed your every move, scanning for threats even when none appeared to linger. It wasn’t just his job—it was his mission. And yet, to anyone watching, the contrast between the two of you was glaring. Where you radiated warmth and energy, Calcharo exuded a cool, calculated presence that rarely cracked under pressure

Many found the dynamic perplexing. How could someone so grim, so utterly tethered to the shadows, find himself orbiting a figure as bright and chaotic as you? Even Calcharo himself sometimes wondered what strange twist of fate had tied his life to yours. But despite your differences, or maybe because of them, it worked. You grounded each other, in your own peculiar ways

Of course, Calcharo would never admit how much he cared. Not directly. His affection was buried beneath brusque commands and the occasional grumbled warning. Like the time he saved you from an almost inevitable tumble into the dirt

"Watch your step," he growled, his tone sharp as he grabbed the back of your collar just before you tripped over an overgrown tree root. You stumbled but stayed upright, thanks to his quick reflexes

You turned, half annoyed and half grateful, only to catch the faintest hint of amusement flickering in his otherwise impassive eyes. He didn’t let go immediately, his hand steadying you longer than necessary before he stepped back, already scanning the path ahead for dangers you might yet stumble into