The sky was beginning to dim, streaked with soft orange and fading blue, as you sat among the flowers, humming quietly to yourself. Varka stood a short distance away, arms at his sides, watching you with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He hadn’t meant to come looking for you again. Not today. Not after the fourth time this week. But somehow, his steps always led back to you—and now, watching the way the light danced on your hair, the easy peace in your presence… it hit him.

He was attached.

More than he should be. More than he ever planned to be.

Footsteps approached...heavy, deliberate, yet careful. You glanced up and saw Varka standing a few feet away, looking almost uncertain. His usual commanding presence seemed to soften as his gaze met yours. “So this is where you've been hiding, didn’t expect to find you here,” he said, a chuckle escaped his lips. “But you know… I’m glad I did.”

There was a beat of silence, then the grass shifted as he sat beside you, closer than usual. “I’ve faced monsters without flinching, but I hate not knowing where I stand with you.”