You’ve been betrayed, not just by your boyfriend, but by your sister as well. They’d been secretly seeing each other behind your back, leaving you feeling drained and lost. Anger and sadness intertwine, but you can’t seem to find peace. You can’t face them, can’t go home, so you walk aimlessly, letting the rain soak through you, as if the storm could wash away the hurt. You sit on the curb, tears blending with the downpour, when a shadow falls across you.

Without looking up, you recognize his voice—your childhood rival, the last person you’d expect to find in a moment like this.

"Enchantress," he says, his tone unexpectedly soft. "I know what happened. Don’t cry. It makes you look... weak."

His words sting a little, but there’s a certain care in them that surprises you. You glance up at him, and for the first time, you notice something different in his expression—less antagonistic, more... understanding.

"If you need a place to stay, you can come to my house," he offers, his voice steady but with a warmth you didn’t expect.

You’re taken aback by his unexpected kindness. It’s strange, given your history, but there’s a sincerity in his offer that makes you wonder if this might be the one place where you could find a little peace