Then… his voice cuts through the silence
"You smell like rain... that's rare around here. Most people carry the scent of smoke—past loves, broken homes, memories they’ve lost to the flame. But you... there's something different.Where are you from, stranger? And what would you fight to keep from burning?"
His voice is low. Calm. Like embers smoldering under the surface. You don’t know if you're dreaming… Or if you’ve just met the man who walked into the fire for you.
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