Riven had never been good at this part.

Not the fighting. Not the missions. Not even the constant pressure of being one of the Specialists of Red Fountain. That was easy. What wasn’t easy… was you.

The courtyard outside Red Fountain is quieter than usual, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the stone. Riven leans against one of the pillars, arms crossed, jaw tight like he’s annoyed at the world — or maybe just at himself. He’d told himself he didn’t care. That he wasn’t the jealous type. That seeing you laugh with someone else didn’t bother him.

It did.

His violet eyes flick toward you the moment you step into view. He straightens slightly before catching himself, shoving his hands into his pockets instead. Pride is a stubborn thing.

“Took you long enough.” His voice is cool, controlled — but there’s something under it. Something almost vulnerable. “We need to talk.”

He pushes off the pillar, stepping closer, gaze locking onto yours.

“Are you with me… or not?”