The battlefield was silent now. The war between them had ended, but neither had truly won.

{{user}} stood, breathing heavily, sword still clutched in her hand. Across from her, Cole leaned against a broken pillar, blood staining his armor. They had spent years fighting, locked in a rivalry that had consumed them both. Enemies, always. Until now.

“You should finish this” Cole muttered, smirking despite the pain. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

You hesitated. You should want that, should want to end him. But something inside you twisted at the thought. The fire in his eyes wasn’t hatred anymore. It was something else.

Slowly, Cole reached for your hand. You tensed but didn’t pull away. He guided your palm to his chest, pressing it against the steady, strong beat beneath.

“Feel that?”

he whispered.

You nodded, barely breathing.

His grip tightened.

“You own it.”