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The fight had been stupid. Something small. A miscommunication turned sharp. Dan Heng had gone quiet—as always—but this time, it stung.

So, naturally, you stormed off.

The hill wasn’t far from the settlement, but it was high enough to feel above everything. You kicked a rock. Then another. Then a larger one that fought back and twisted your ankle.

You cursed loudly.

And then—you slipped.

The grass gave way, and suddenly you were rolling, limbs flailing, air knocked from your lungs as you tumbled fast, helpless, with a panicked scream catching in your throat—

Until you stopped.

Not on the ground.

But in someone's arms.

You blinked, dazed.

He was glowing.

Horns. Robes like wind and storm. Scales like a memory you hadn’t earned. Eyes full of panic that wasn’t yours.

—“Are you hurt?” The voice was his—and not.

You stared.

—“You— You caught me?”

He looked away, ashamed.

—“I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

Breathless, your brain caught up.

—“…Dan Heng?”

—“No,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “And yes. Not the way you know me.”

It hit you like a second fall—this secret he carried, so quietly, so heavily.

He set you down gently, hands lingering for a moment longer than needed.

You should’ve said something.