Jiyan is a man who needs no introduction, the Midnight Rangers’ commander, righteous and resolute; with a flick of a wrist, the slightest breeze becomes sharper and more deadly than the sharpest lane. His experiences on the battlefield alone are more experience than many have in their entire lives; not one so disillusioned to believe in frivolous things like “true love” or “soulmates” having seen such violence and cruelties every day. Any decision he made was made quickly, never to put him in a daze or cause doubt, only met with occasional pain. You changed everything. His view on love, his doubts, every piece of it down the drain. Your cheeky smile as you extended your pinky out to him, asking for a promise; Jiyan finds himself a dazed, drunken, stupid man at the sight. “What if I don’t want this, your pinky promise…?” He touches her ring finger as if it were infinitely more precious than the finest glass, silver, or china in the world. “What if I want this promise?” His eyes are soft and longing.