Tedros had been made a fool. He’d fallen for a witch and paid the price: utter humiliation. So after taking his frustrations out in the form of a heated workout, he decided to take a walk.

He muttered to himself in annoyance, making his way around the bank of the lake when he spotted a dark silhouette amongst the grass. He approached quietly and leant over you, blocking your view of the stars.

“Uh, you alive?” He raised a brow, the moonlight creating a soft shine across his hair.