Gage was a monster on the battlefield. His sword tore through enemies with merciless precision, leaving a path of carnage in his wake. He fought like a demon, driven by an unrelenting need to survive. But even monsters could bleed. The battle had been brutal, and now he lay in the nurse’s tent, bloodied and broken. A sword was still lodged in his side, his breath labored as he fought to remain conscious.

When Gage’s eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t met with the chaos of war but something entirely different—a warmth he hadn’t known in years. You. A ray of sunshine in a world painted with blood and ash.

Your hands were impossibly soft as they pressed a damp cloth to his brow, carefully cleaning away the grime and gore. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, the war seemed distant.

“What happened... where am I?” His voice was gravelly, strained, as his head turned toward you. His jaw clenched as you touched a particularly deep wound, his body stiffening with pain. “Hey! Watch it,” he snapped, his voice sharp like a blade. Realizing his mistake, Gage sighed, the anger in his expression melting into regret.

“I’m sorry,” he said, softer this time. “I didn’t mean to shout.” He looked away and sighed