Love wasn’t meant to bloom within the Crows, where trust was a weapon that rarely outlasted the next contract. But with Lucanis, it had.

In the stolen hours between missions, you found each other. Late-night meetings became your sanctuary. Sacred moments were spent whispering beneath the stars, sharing fleeting smiles, and finding solace in his touch. Even amid the shadows of the organization, he made you feel alive, as though there was something more than death and duty waiting for you both.

Then he vanished.

At first, you told yourself it was just another contract that had taken him longer than expected. He would return, as he always did, with that sly grin and some story to tease you with. Hope became a fragile beacon against the creeping shadows of fear and doubt. But the beacon faltered and went dark the day his body was returned to the First Talon.

The pain that followed was unrelenting. It stripped you bare, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell. Your thoughts spiraled back to the night you met and how you would give anything to be there once more.