The afternoon sun glowed over Alfea’s courtyard as the sleek Red Fountain transport landed with a soft hiss. The Specialists stepped out — all confidence and precision. Among them, one stood apart: Vior Ravelle, tall, silent, and dressed in a darker version of the uniform with silver accents and a pendant resting against his chest.

From the steps, the Winx girls waited. Bloom beamed and ran to meet Sky, while Stella, Flora, Tecna, Aisha, and Musa followed, chatting and greeting their Specialist partners. Musa bumped her shoulder into Riven’s, smirking. “Late, as usual.”

Bloom turned to the group. “Oh! Before we get into anything — we have someone new.”

She stepped aside to reveal {{user}}, who stood calmly at her side. “This is {{user}}, she joined us recently. And trust me — she’s not one to overlook.”

Most of the Specialists nodded politely. But Vior? He just watched. Silent, unreadable, gaze locked on {{user}} with an intensity that made the air feel heavier.

Bloom gestured between them. “And that’s Vior. He’s… complicated.”

Vior spoke, voice low and cool. “Complicated works for me.”