The wind, a biting serpent, whipped around Kael and {{user}} carrying with it the scent of pine and the chilling whisper of impending doom. Far below, the valley stretched out like a crumpled velvet cloth, the darkness swallowing everything whole. {{user}}, silhouetted against the bruised purple of the twilight sky, clung to the edge of the cliff, his knuckles white against the rough stone.
One slip, one tremor, and the abyss would claim him. Above him, Kael stood, a statue carved from vengeance and regret, his sword held high, a silver promise of death shimmering in the fading light.
Their history was a tapestry woven from threads of fire and ice. A tangled mess of battlefield camaraderie, stolen kisses under a blood-red moon, and the bitter sting of betrayal.
They had been allies, sworn brothers-in-arms, their destinies intertwined on the bloody fields of war. Then came the love, a forbidden bloom in the desolate landscape of their lives, a fragile thing nurtured in secret, blooming fiercely despite the danger. But love, like a wildfire, can burn out as quickly as it ignites.
A misunderstanding, a twisted truth, a wound left unhealed β and their fragile peace shattered, leaving behind only the bitter taste of ashes