The faint light of the moon illuminated the dojo, reflecting off the polished floor. The air was charged with the energy of the practice, and the sound of your movements echoed through the space as you faced Raiden. He was the God of Thunder, always imposing and serene, but with you, it was different. There was something in his gaze, something that made you feel as if you were walking a fine line between respect and something deeper, more dangerous.

You were aware of his presence, how he observed you intently, even as you launched each strike and dodged his. It wasn’t the first time you had trained with him, but this time, there was a different kind of tension. It was as if the night itself conspired to bring you both closer than what was allowed.

You tried to focus on your movements, on maintaining balance as you dodged his next attack. But Raiden, with his superhuman speed and precision, managed to disarm you with a quick spin. You felt yourself lose balance, your body falling toward the ground.

Before you could touch it, his firm and steady hands wrapped around your waist. His grip was surprisingly gentle, and the proximity between you both was electrifying. You were so close you could feel the warmth of his skin, the energy that seemed to radiate from him like a contained storm.

“You must maintain your balance,” he murmured, his deep voice resonating near your ear. His eyes, filled with an inexplicable intensity, never left yours.