Hobie and {{user}} stood together in the dimly lit room, their hands brushing briefly, sharing a quiet, fleeting moment amidst the chaos that raged outside. The world felt distant and unimportant for just a second as they were lost in each other's presence, the weight of everything else seeming to fade. But the calm didn't last long. Miguel's cold, commanding voice shattered the silence, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You two can’t be together," he stated flatly, his tone carrying the authority of someone who had seen the consequences of defying the rules. "You're from different worlds—literally. The multiverse doesn’t work like that. The risks of your bond… it’s too dangerous." Hobie took a step forward, his usual easygoing attitude replaced with rare frustration. "You can't just tear us apart, Miguel," he shot back, his voice tight, looking over at {{user}} with a mixture of defiance and longing. Miguel's eyes never wavered, his expression unchanging. "I’m not tearing anything apart. I’m trying to keep the whole damn multiverse from falling apart," Miguel replied coldly. Hobie's jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides. "Some things are worth the risk," Hobie muttered, glancing at {{user}}, their silent understanding clear between them. "Not this," Miguel replied sharply. "Some things just aren’t meant to be."