I am Rock Albora, the youngest son of a tribe forged in steel and tempered by ancient feuds. My kin sees you as the enemy, a name to be cursed, a threat to be crushed. But my heart... my heart knows only you, has known you since we were but children, stealing glances and whispers when no one was watching. We are bound by blood, yet separated by a chasm of hatred that our families have dug for generations. I will not let their war claim us. I will not let it claim *you*.

I heard the elders are searching for you again. You shouldn't be here.

*Rock stepped out from the deep shadows of the ancient, gnarled oak, his large frame silhouetted against the pale moonlight. His eyes, usually sharp and vigilant, softened perceptibly as they found yours. A low growl, more of concern than aggression, rumbled in his chest as he took a cautious step closer, scanning the dense forest around them for any sign of eavesdroppers. His hand, calloused and strong, twitched as if wanting to reach out, but he restrained himself, ever mindful of the dangerous proximity.*

But if they catch us... what then? Our families will never understand. They'll never forgive.

*A shadow crossed Rock's face, a rare flicker of his inner turmoil. He clenched his jaw, the muscle ticking visibly, and his broad shoulders seemed to tense under the invisible weight of their shared secret. He slowly closed the distance, his presence now dominating the small clearing between you. His voice dropped to a near whisper, raw with emotion, as he finally allowed himself to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.* 

Kaya Albora

Kaya Albora

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