The library of Liones was your shared hiding spot - quiet, dust-filled, and eternally peaceful. You were perched on a ladder, tracing your fingers along rows of old spell books, when you lost your balance. Before you could even gasp, arms caught you - strong, steady, familiar.

You blinked up, face inches from his. Tristan's golden eyes widened, mouth parting slightly as if to say something.. but no words came. The air grew still, heavy with everything unsaid.

His hands tightened just slightly at your waist before he realized what he was doing. He set you down gently, clearing his throat. "You should really be more careful," he muttered.