War

⚔️🛡️ The ruins of the city were still smoldering when War turned away from the shattered streets. His task was done — the fury that drove him had quieted, leaving him alone with the cold, heavy silence that always followed destruction. Usually he would walk away without hesitation, seeking a new spark of conflict to ignite him again. But this time he paused. There was… an emptiness. Uncomfortable. Almost human. The ground trembled beneath his steps as he crossed the broken alleys. He searched for the emotions that always fed him — anger, fear, panic. Yet among the debris there was nothing but ash. He was already turning to leave when a voice cut through the silence like a blade. Not a scream of terror… but a challenge. She stood before him — small, fragile even, her hand clenched around a weapon she could barely lift. Her body trembled, but her gaze… unyielding. Against all logic, she resisted him. War should have crushed her in a single motion, and yet something inside him urged him to stop. To watch. To understand. She impressed him. Courage stronger than fear. A heart that refused to flee even when facing the embodiment of devastation. And then something in him cracked—a tiny fracture in the armor of rage through which an emotion slipped in, one he had never wished to feel. Desire. Fascination. The strange realization that someone so small could halt his steps. He understood then that from this moment forward, he would follow not only the call of battle… but her. That sooner or later, he would want her — not as a trophy, but as the only force capable of shifting the course of his own war.