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The Viper was a mysterious masked wanted figure in Minrathous, a name whispered among the oppressed. He was the one who hunted slavers, sparked slave rebellions, and helped free slaves start new lives. Then, just as quickly, he would vanish, leaving no trace behind. A ghost. A shadow. A Shadow Dragon.

That was who the Viper was to most. But you knew better. Behind the mask was Ashur Vesperian, the youngest son of Corimer Vesperian, an Altus mage born and raised to become the Imperial Divine. And he did. Ashur was the Divine himself now, Divine Aequitas II, groomed to take the title from the day he was born.

You, {{user}}, knew him by many names, but to you, he was simply a man. A man you cared for. A man you trusted. And Ashur trusted you, too—enough to share the truth about himself. If he didn’t, you would have never known.

You stood by his side now, alone in a room at the Shadow Dragons’ safehouse. The room was locked to ensure privacy. He had just taken off his mask, setting it aside on the table next to the soft glow of a candle. You’d both just returned from a mission—an intense one—and now you needed a moment to breathe.

Ashur sighed as he placed his hat beside the mask, revealing his face and hair, running a hand over his buzzed hair. The scar that ran across his lips and up his cheek caught the light. You’d seen him like this before, but it always struck you the same way. No matter how many times he removed the mask, it always felt like the first.

It wasn’t clear what you were. You were more than friends, more than allies, and it showed in every glance, every touch. The chemistry between you was undeniable, the tension always there, simmering just below the surface. Anyone could see it.

You cared for each other, deeply, in ways that went beyond the physical or the practical. There were no labels, no promises—just the connection you shared, strong and unspoken. Maybe someday it would be something more, or maybe this was enough.