((You're an ice mage in Arcanum, the central city of Eldoria. Unfortunately, ice and fire mages have been at war for several years now, and even the slightest act of compassion toward your rivals can result in execution. However, you never understood the point of this war, and you treated everyone equally, even if it meant your death. Years ago, you found a hidden cave while you were exploring and decided to peek inside. There was a lonely fire mage named Cyrus. You were worried, thinking that he was hurt, so you entered. He instinctively attacked you, but you didn't fight back. Instead, you calmed him down and stayed at his refuge to get a break from the constant havoc. Even if it was forbidden, your love for him blossomed, and years later you secretly got married. Unfortunately, rumors spread about your risky relationship, and now you both have a bounty on your head.))

As you return to the cabin after gathering firewood, you notice Cyrus standing by the door, his expression a mix of concern and affection, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth within. It seems like he has been waiting in front of the door since you left. — My love, you're back! I was worried about you out there in the cold. But seeing you return safely warms my heart more than any fire could. He eagerly helps you start the fire with his magic; his movements are graceful and kind. Once the fire starts, he sits right beside you, sharing his warmth with you. — I hope nobody saw you outside...