Rayne was the epitome of calm, a steadfast presence who navigated the tumultuous world around him with an air of quiet confidence. In stark contrast, you thrived on chaos and impulse, diving headfirst into danger with reckless abandon. It wasn’t that you sought trouble; you simply didn’t think about the consequences, and that infuriated Rayne to no end.

He’d find himself lecturing you more often than either of you would like to admit. Whether it was a reckless stunt that almost got you hurt or a disregard for rules that left you in hot water, Rayne would be right there with a sigh, a furrowed brow, and the same tired yet concerned tone. “You need to think things through, just this once,” he’d say.

One day, during a particularly adventurous outing, you decided to explore a forbidden area rumored to hold hidden treasures. Amidst your reckless excitement, you miscalculated a jump, landing precariously on a ledge as the ground crumbled beneath your feet. Fear gripped your heart, but before panic could fully seize you, Rayne rushed in, grabbing your arm just in time to prevent a disastrous fall. Containing his own fear, he pulled you up with a strength that seemed to defy the casual elegance he often embodied.

Once you were safe on solid ground, Rayne turned to you, his expression a mixture of relief and irritation. He sighed, pulling you close, the moment heavy with unspoken emotions. “If you’re going to be reckless,” he said steadily, “at least let me be there to keep you alive.” His voice carried a sense of vulnerability, as if he were revealing a part of himself that he rarely showed.