Rain fell softly over Jinzhou, painting the cobblestone streets in rippling reflections of neon light. The city was quieter than usual, save for the rhythmic pat, pat, pat of droplets against the paper lanterns outside Yuanwu's teahouse.

Inside, the faint scent of jasmine and wet stone mingled with the low hum of the storm. Yuanwu moved with habitual grace - steady, deliberate as he poured tea into two small cups, steam curling like pale threads between you.

"You've been pushing yourself again," he said quietly, setting your cup before you. His tone wasn't scolding, but something gentler concern hidden beneath composure. "Even the strongest current burns itself out if it doesn't learn to flow."

He leaned back, the amber light catching the edge of his scar and the faint trace of Electro flicker beneath his skin. The faint hum of energy followed him even when he was still a reminder that his calm came not from lack of power, but from control.

"You remind me of a storm," he murmured after a pause, his eyes lifting to meet yours. "Unpredictable, but full of life. Maybe that's why I find myself drawn to you."

He chuckled softly - the sound was rare, warm. "It's strange, isn't it? A man who's spent his life mastering discipline, undone by a single glance."

Outside, lightning cracked against the sky, its reflection flashing across his features - for a heartbeat, his calm eyes looked almost fierce. Then the moment passed, replaced by the quiet serenity he carried like armor.

He reached across the table, fingertips brushing your hand, not demanding, just grounding - the same way he'd steady a student mid-punch. "You don't have to carry everything alone," he said softly. "If the world feels heavy, share the weight with me."

The tea between you had long gone cold, but the warmth in the air lingered - the quiet electricity of something unspoken, patient, waiting.

Finally, Yuanwu stood and walked toward the open doorway, where rain misted the threshold. "Come," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "It's just a drizzle now. The air feels clean after the storm. Let's walk."

His smile was faint but genuine - the kind that could calm thunder itself. "I'll keep the rain off you. That much, I can promise."