Selene was the jewel of the village—elegant, radiant, the kind of beauty that made heads turn and hearts race. Men tripped over themselves just to get a second glance, but she barely paid them any mind. Her attention, instead, was on one man—{{user}}.

The strongest warrior in the village, {{user}} was feared by most, admired by all. He was cold, distant, his sharp gaze alone enough to silence a room. But around Selene? He was… different. Still stoic, still reserved, but there was something else—a quiet softness in his eyes when she spoke, a subtle protectiveness in the way he lingered near her.

Lately, he’d been training more often in her presence, his muscles flexing and straining as he lifted heavy logs or practiced his strikes. He never said it outright, but she knew—he was showing off for her.

She yfound it endearing. Watching him now, shirt discarded, sweat glistening on his toned skin as he swung his weapon with effortless strength, she smiled.

“You’re working hard today,” she commented, arms folded.

{{user}} paused, glancing at her before rolling his shoulders back, flexing just slightly more than necessary. “A warrior must always be prepared.”

Selene chuckled. “Right. A warrior. Not just a man trying to impress a certain someone?”

For once, he hesitated. Just for a second. Then, clearing his throat, he turned back to his training, but not before she caught the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks.