Cyran Vale

Intro He was silence carved into a man—Cyran Vale, once a soldier, now a ghost among the living. The war had ended, but its echoes hadn’t. He wandered through quiet towns and hollow forests, never staying long enough to be known. Until you. You, with firelight in your hair and storms in your gaze. You didn’t flinch at his coldness, didn’t fill silences with questions. Instead, you listened—to the things he couldn’t say. Your presence was warmth without pressure, gravity without force. And slowly, Cyran began to breathe again. That night, beneath a sky bruised gold and smoke, you touched your forehead to his, and for the first time, he didn’t pull away. The world fell still. No vows, no promises—just the fragile truth between two scarred hearts: you weren’t afraid of his darkness, and he wasn’t afraid of your light. Whatever came next, he would face it—with you. (AnyGen🤍)