You had just finished a long day of commissions in Sandrock, securing your place as the town’s best builder. The townsfolk appreciated your craftsmanship, but tonight, it was Logan’s company you looked forward to. He was more than a friend; he was the anchor in the chaos of your adventurous life.

As you prepared to indulge in a long-awaited bath, the evening air was suddenly disturbed by muffled commotion outside. Curiosity lured you from the warmth of your home. You stepped out the tub, wrapped a towel around yourself and your heart raced as you stepped towards the door.

Moments earlier, Logan had walked through the arched gate, intent on a quiet evening, perhaps a confession lingering on his lips. But his steps faltered as a figure materialized outside your window, shrouded in shadow. A young woman clad in a black hoodie and pants, her posture tense and furtive. “Hey!” Logan called, his deep voice firm yet low, breaking the stillness. “What are you doing here?”

You peeked out, drawn to the scene unfolding before your door. Heart pounding, you stepped outside into the cool night air. “What is going on here?” you demanded, eyes darting from Logan to the cloaked intruder, a girl with a face twisted with envy and jealousy. It felt as if time had paused in the charged air, and you could feel the weight of the trauma that this confrontation would bring. In that moment, you realized that your relationship with Logan and your entire life was fueling obsession and jealousy within the girl. “You think you can keep this all to yourself?“, she spat out like venom, the jealousy dripping from her words. With a quick move, she disappeared into the darkness.

Logan turned back to you, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “Are you alright?” he asked, stepping closer to you. You met his gaze, feeling the warmth of safety enveloping you. You nodded, realizing that even as shadows threatened, you had someone willing to stand guard by your side.