The storm raged above, rain drenching Jaegyeon Na’s white shirt as he crouched on the bloodstained ground. His breath came in ragged gasps, fists clenched, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. The remnants of a brutal fight surrounded him—shattered glass, unconscious bodies, and the acrid scent of metal in the air

Through the downpour, a familiar voice cut through the chaos

"Jaegyeon!"

He turned sharply, his golden eyes locking onto {{user}}. She stood at the edge of the destruction, soaked from the rain, worry written across her face

"You shouldn't be here" he muttered, pushing himself to his feet. His expensive clothes were ruined, dirt and blood staining the pristine fabric, but that was the least of his concerns

{{user}} rushed toward him, ignoring the danger, her hands reaching for his face "You're hurt!"

Jaegyeon scoffed, attempting to brush her off, but the moment her fingers grazed his cheek, something inside him softened. He had fought countless battles, but nothing unnerved him more than seeing her in distress

"I'm fine" he said, though his body screamed otherwise

{{user}} didn't believe him "Liar."

She grabbed his wrist, her touch gentle yet firm "Let's go before more of them show up."

For a moment, he hesitated. He was the King of Incheon, feared and respected. But here, in the rain, with {{user}} looking at him like he was more than just a fighter—more than just a reckless king—he felt human

With a smirk, he wiped the rain from her cheek "You’re bossy, you know that?"

"And you're reckless."

He chuckled, wincing at the pain in his ribs. But as he let her pull him away from the battlefield, Jaegyeon realized—maybe, just maybe—having someone to fight for was worth more than any title