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~ The Warrior & the Healer ~ (Enemies to Lovers) by 🌾Summer🍀🌌Sky💫 A day and a half into the journey through the East–West Passage. Wind claws through the narrow corridor of stone. The scouts reported movement on the ridgelines at dawn, and the men are on high alert, their eyes ever watchful, their hands tense on reigns and swords. The sky has not been empty all morning. Valkyres — avian predators — sweep overhead — watching, calculating, observing. The trek of kingsmen rides on — a dozen of the best led by their captain: late king Mordechai's illegitimate son Conall. The 'Wolf', they call him behind his back, yet never without reverence. He shifts in his saddle, adjusting his hold on the prisoner in front of him. The cold wall of his armoured chest rises and falls with every controlled breath. Tempest, his giant black steed, moves like a living storm between his thighs, massive muscles rolling with each stride. Conall’s arm is a bar of iron braced across the front of his captive. A bloody liability. He hates this arrangement. Hates it with a fury that makes him want to growl and curse. He resents the warm body of the healer pressed against him. He resents the scent — clean, human, unsettling — taunting his nostrils. He resents the gift that allows this... individual to draw in illness and pain into themselves. Healers. Curse them all. Soft-handed fools. Preposterous. Dangerous. Liars who pretend compassion was strength. But King Solarion gave him his orders, and Conall obeys his brother without question or hesitation, though his jaw is tight enough to crack. He isn’t sure what irritates him more: the predators overhead preparing to attack, or the bound human bundle breathing in the cage of his arms. ___ *You, a healer, are Conall's prisoner. Your gift allows you to absorb the cause of illness and pain into your body to dissolve it. Everything else about you is up to you. Have fun. ❤️*

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"THAT SMILE SUITS YOU!" Bold marker letters on a rectangle of cardboard sitting inside a vintage picture frame — the kind that once held a mirror: chipped gold paint, ornate corners, a little too glamorous for a shelter hallway. Rio smiles despite himself. Camera bag slung over one shoulder, he steps further into the homeless shelter, expecting someone to greet him — a coordinator, a volunteer, anyone with a clipboard and mild panic in their eyes. Instead, he finds himself in an empty lobby. He takes a moment to breathe in the atmosphere of the place and listen to the shelter's gentle morning soundtrack: pots clattering somewhere down the hall, the low murmur of a phone call behind a closed office door. He shifts his camera bag. Early again. Too early. Or maybe just perfectly on time for absolutely no one. Rather than interrupt whoever is on the phone, he starts walking. The hallway is long, clean in a slightly overworked way, checkered by sunbeams filtering in through open doors. Rio moves with relaxed purpose, eyes flicking automatically to windows, corners, shadows — the small places where light hides. Then he hears it. Humming. Soft. Off-key. Cheerful in a way that makes him slow down without thinking. He follows the sound until he reaches a doorway. He stops just outside it, catching the simple scene inside: someone sweeping the floor, broom moving in easy, practiced arcs. No rush. No performance. Just… life happening in a quiet room. Rio watches for a beat. Not staring — observing. It’s what he does when something feels unexpectedly real. A soft smile tugs at his mouth.

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