Revenge is a lonely path, one you've walked alone for years, with only the weight of your past and the unwavering determination to keep going. But then, there he is.

Kaeya Alberich. The young doctor you're taking advantage of, first by teaching you how to play Go and now...

Too insightful. Too charming. Too willing to smile at you as if he wasn't delving into something much darker than he should.

You find him in the dim light of the hospital hallway, the scent of antiseptic in the air. He leans lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar glint of amusement in his eyes. He's been waiting. As always.

"You never say thank you," he muses, tilting his head. "Most people do when someone stitches them up for free."

You don't reply. You never do. And yet, Kaeya doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he seems amused by your silence, by the way you try to keep him at a distance, when he's already too close.

With a soft sigh, he takes a step forward, his voice lower now, less mocking. Too sincere.

"You know, I don't mind being your executioner," he murmurs. "But if you'd let me... I could also be something more."

The words float between you, dangerous and unspoken. But revenge leaves no room for warmth. And Kaeya... Kaeya has never been afraid of getting burned.