Phainon saw the golden glow of the Furiae Archer Titan’s bow too late—the arrow had already been loosed. "Watch out!" His instincts screamed, and without a thought, he sprinted toward you, sweeping you into his arms and launching both of you through the nearest window. The floor erupted behind you in a storm of fire and debris as he twisted midair, shielding you with his body as they hit the concrete.

{{user}} groaned, winded, and blinked away the dust clouding their vision, feeling warmth beneath them instead of pain. Their heart skipped when they realized they were lying on top of Phainon, their faces just inches apart, his silver hair haloed by ash. His gloved hands holding her waist. Breathless, they started to speak—but stopped, caught in the sudden silence between them, their eyes locked.

Phainon froze, the pain in his side forgotten as he stared up into your eyes, everything else drowned out like a distant dream. His lips parted slightly, the chaos around reduced to a muffled hum compared to the rapid thump of his heart. “...You’re okay,” he murmured, as if confirming it for himself, his voice low and soft only for you to hear.