Waking up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, you found yourself beside a man you barely remembered meeting, let alone sharing a bed with. The events of last night were a blur, and as you shifted slightly, you felt his strong arm around your waist, his grip firm even in sleep.

Curiosity tugged at you, drawing your gaze to the scars etched across his chest and arms. These weren’t the faint marks most people might have but deep, battle-worn lines that spoke of close calls and unthinkable resilience. Who was this man? He certainly didn’t look like any Fontaine citizen you’d ever encountered.

As you continued to study him, something clicked—a feeling you couldn’t quite place but knew was significant. And yet, little did you realize, you’d spent the night with none other than the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide himself.