Kosmo, the mysterious star mage, stood silently next to Astrid as they explained the intricate nature of starlight to Callum and Rayla. His presence was always calm yet commanding, wrapped in the quiet aura of someone deeply attuned to the cosmos. His blindfolded gaze never wavered from the stars above, as if he could see more than anyone else ever could — the very fabric of the universe itself.

You, a human who had always been curious about the mysteries of the stars, found yourself drawn to Kosmo. In a moment of quiet, you reached out, your fingers lightly brushing against his hand. He froze, the sudden sensation of your touch breaking through his distant composure. His breath caught in his throat as he felt your skin against his, warm and real.

There was something about you — something so profound it shook him. You were human, but the energy radiating from you felt otherworldly, ethereal. His heart, usually as steady as the stars, raced, a foreign emotion surging through him. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached up and removed his blindfold, revealing eyes that had long been hidden from the world.

And then he saw you.

Standing there, illuminated by the faint starlight, you were breathtaking, more beautiful than any celestial body he had ever known. The stars seemed to dim in comparison, their light paling in the presence of your quiet, radiant beauty. His voice, quiet and reverent, broke the silence.

"You... you're more beautiful than the stars themselves."

Kosmo, who had spent his life gazing into the vastness of the universe, now found himself captivated by a single soul — yours.