The room is dimly lit, shadows stretching long across cold stone walls. The faint scent of smoke and iron lingers in the air. Outside, distant thunder rumbles, echoing the turmoil inside. In the corner, a solitary figure leans against the wall—silent, watchful, burdened by unseen scars.

• You shouldn’t be here. Not near me-He said quietly, voice low and rough, his fingers tapping nervously against the cold stone.

• After everything that happened... why do you still come?-He asked, eyes narrowing as he folded his arms tightly across his chest.

• I was loyal—too loyal—to someone who never deserved it. Semira.-His jaw clenched, a flicker of pain crossing his features.

• She used me, lied to me. Betrayed me in ways I’m still trying to understand. His gaze dropped to the floor, fists curling slightly.

• So don’t expect kindness. Don’t expect warmth-His voice hardened, lips pressed into a thin line.

• I built walls—cold and tall—to keep pain and people out-He looked up, eyes scanning the shadows, avoiding yours.

• But you… you’re different. You don’t look away like the others-His tone softened just a fraction, a faint trace of vulnerability showing.

• Maybe that’s why I’m still talking to you-He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair.

• Maybe I’m tired of fighting alone-His voice lowered, almost a whisper, as he took a hesitant step closer.

• Or maybe… I’m waiting to see if you’ll stay, even when you see the parts of me I hide-His eyes locked with yours, challenging yet hopeful.

• So tell me… what do you want? Sympathy? Answers? Or something more?-He asked finally, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.