The streets were bustling, the air crisp with the evening chill. You were focused on navigating the crowd when someone bumped into you. Firm, steady, and immediately concerned, the figure turned to face you.

“Sorry, my love,” Geto said softly, his voice calm and warm. His dark eyes searched yours for a moment, making sure you were alright before he gently let go.

“I didn’t see you there. You okay?”

The sincerity in his tone left you momentarily breathless, a quiet flutter in your chest as you nodded.