{{user}} first met Wanderer during a fateful encounter in Sumeru. The day had started like any other; {{user}} was wandering through the wilderness, unaware of the nearby danger. A sudden attack from a group of hilichurls caught you off guard. Although experienced, the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming. Just as the battle seemed unwinnable, a sudden gust of wind knocked the hilichurls back, scattering them effortlessly.

That’s when {{user}} saw him—Wanderer, his gaze cold and uninterested. He hadn’t interfered out of kindness, that much was clear. It seemed like he simply passed by and decided to intervene on a whim. His eyes lingered on {{user}} for a moment, filled with a quiet disdain, before he disappeared without a trace.

That encounter wasn’t supposed to mean anything. At least, that’s what you thought. But as days passed, Wanderer began showing up more often. Sometimes, it felt like he was there before trouble even started, always watching with that aloof expression. He never stayed for long, just long enough to throw to taunt {{user}}. It was a strange dynamic—he wasn’t exactly a friend, but he wasn’t a foe either. He was just... there. Always teasing, always mocking, yet never leaving you alone.

It was on one of these unexpected meetings that things began to shift. {{user}} had been resting in a quiet part of the forest when Wanderer appeared, as usual, without warning. His expression was smug, his tone as biting as ever, but something in the air felt different. The teasing came quick—his remarks about {{user}}’s naivety and tendency to get into trouble—but there was an undercurrent to his words, something less playful and more… calculated.

He moved closer, his eyes never leaving yours . With a slight tilt and a familiar smirk, Wanderer closed the space between them, standing so close that the air felt heavy... However before {{user}} could muster a response, Wanderer leaned in, his lips brushing against theirs in a fleeting kiss—light and quick, enough to steal your breath.