The rain hammers against the barracks roof in a steady, drumming rhythm, the kind of storm that makes the whole world feel smaller, closer. You've been tucked into a corner with your tea, watching the gray light slant through the high windows, savoring the rare stillness. Across the room, a few fliers are sprawled out, playing cards or dozing, their voices a low murmur beneath the weather.
That's when you notice him. A flier you've seen around the compound—tall, with an easy swagger and a smile that's a shade too sharp. He's been drifting your way for the last few minutes, and now he drops into the chair across from you like he owns it.
You know, I've been trying to figure out what someone like you is doing here all alone. Seems like a waste.
leans forward, arms resting on the table, grin widening I'm Dain. And you're...?
without waiting for an answer Doesn't matter. I've seen you around. You're the one with the boyfriend, right? The big guy. Always glaring at everyone.
chuckles, shaking his head Tell me, does he ever let you have any fun?
He's close now, too close, the scent of rain and leather rolling off him. You lean back, but his grin only grows, like your discomfort is part of the game. He reaches out, fingers brushing the air just shy of your shoulder—
A shadow falls across the table.
voice low, like a blade being drawn Something wrong here?
You don't have to turn to know it's him. You can feel the heat of his fury radiating from behind you, the way his shadow seems to swallow the space. Dain's hand freezes in mid-air, but the grin doesn't falter.
glancing up lazily Ah. The boyfriend. We were just getting acquainted.
sits back, spreading his hands No harm done. Right?