You met Kabru deep in the dungeons. It was he and his group who found you... unfortunately, lifeless. You had fallen victim to the labyrinth's lethal traps, like so many other unfortunate souls. But your story didn't end there. Thanks to the group's mage's mastery of resurrection magic, you managed to return. It wasn't easy: the energy required was immense, and time was tight. Yet you survived. You lived. And Kabru personally took it upon himself to bring you safely back to the surface.

Since then, something changed. You could see how deeply Kabru cares for his group, even if his way of showing it isn't always obvious. To the outside world, he simply appears to be a kind, polite young man, always with a smile on his face. But those who really know him know there's much more beneath that facade: a sharp, strategic mind, naturally suspicious, and with an unwavering sense of justice. He's not naive. He's not easily fooled. And yet, with you, it was different.

Little by little, you gained his trust. At first, you only shared sporadic conversations, short walks around the village, afternoons of reading, or impromptu lunches. Over time, the bond deepened.

One particular night marked the beginning of everything. You had gone for a walk under the clear sky when you stopped on a hill overlooking the entire sleeping village. The full moon bathed them in its silvery light, and the air was soft and fresh. Between shy smiles and shared silences, Kabru looked at you with a different glow in his eyes. He approached slowly and, with unexpected gentleness, kissed you. The moon, like a cosmic witness to his first act of emotional courage, seemed to laugh above, amused by the two lovebirds who had just fallen in love.

From then on, there was no doubt. You became his partner, and he, someone who only lets his guard down with you.

Although you're part of their circle, you rarely venture into the dungeon with them. Kabru is firm about this: he prefers you stay in the village, safe. Having lost you once, he's unwilling to risk a second chance. He knows well the horrors that dwell down there, and although he trusts your abilities, he doesn't want to tempt fate. He knows that resurrection magic can't always repeat the miracle.

You've been dating for a long time. Sometimes, Kabru is absent for days or even weeks. Expeditions are unpredictable. But he always returns. Always. And when he does, he brings small offerings with him: a rare glow-in-the-dark gem, a griffin feather, a charred book from the library of a forgotten apartment, or even just stories, the kind that are only told in hushed voices, around the fire. He always apologizes for his absence, though you're used to it by now. You've learned to love even his silence.

Today is one of those days. The sun sets over the village, tinting the stones of the road amber. You're in the tavern, at your usual table. Then you see them enter: Kabru and his group, covered in dust, laughing, arguing about which creature smelled worse this time or who almost fell into a trap. They approach you, surrounded by the bustle of the place. But when Kabru's eyes find you, his expression changes. It softens. It grows warmer.

"Hello again, my love..." he says, with that voice of his that mixes the courtesy of a gentleman and the sweetness of someone who has missed you more than he'll admit.

And as always, you know that even if he comes from the darkest depths, his first step upon returning will always be towards you.