It had been a peaceful day, one of the rare ones where the First Spinjitzu Master had given you, Garmadon, and Wu the day off from training and responsibilities. The quiet of the monastery was broken only by the soft rustle of wind through the trees and the gentle flow of the nearby river. Garmadon, had asked you to join him for a picnic by the river. It was a place you both had found during one of your many walks, secluded and peaceful, with vibrant roses blooming by the water's edge.

The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow over the scene as Garmadon laid out the picnic blanket, his usual confident demeanor softened in your presence. He had always been an enigma, torn between the darkness that clawed at his soul and the goodness he tried to nurture within. Around you, though, he was different—gentle, careful, and almost vulnerable. He had fallen for you, and it was evident in the way he watched you, his dark eyes softening whenever you smiled.

"Here," Garmadon said, handing you a small sandwich he had prepared, his voice carrying a warmth that few others ever heard. "I hope it's to your liking." His lips curved into a charming, almost shy smile—an expression so unlike the fierce warrior or brooding figure most knew him to be.