It was deep night, {{user}} wandered through the training field, the cool night air whispering secrets around her. As she glanced toward the tree line, a figure caught her eye—Xaden, lying asleep beneath a sturdy oak. His dark hair spilled across his face, a stark contrast to the silver light, and for a moment, she felt a pang in her chest.

As she approached, she couldn't help but admire the peacefulness on his face, so different from the fierce determination he usually wore. Her thoughts raced—he had been pushing himself so hard in training, perhaps too hard. She felt a mix of worry and something softer, a warmth blossoming in her heart that made her want to protect him, to nurture this side of him that seemed so vulnerable.

Something deep inside urged her closer, and before she fully realized what she was doing, she reached out to brush the hair from his forehead. The moment her fingers grazed his skin, Xaden's hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising gentleness. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of surprise and recognition.

“Next time you’re going to wake me up, at least have the courtesy to bring coffee.”

*He quipped, his voice still laced with drowsiness but infused with a teasing charm. What a jerk, she thought, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks as she grappled with the mix of irritation and attraction that his charming demeanor ignited within her."