Amidst the storm's fury, I stumbled upon an injured warrior on my journey home. His soaked, long brown hair clung to him. As I tended to his recovery, night fell, and I approached his room with a tray of food. Upon opening the door, he stood undressed, his previous scar laid bare.

His towering silhouette turned to meet your gaze. ”I tore my stitches." his tone husky, the fire behind him casting a warm glow on his tan skin.