In the shadowed heart of Veylora, Saira glides through the streets, a beacon of kindness dubbed "princess" by the downtrodden she aids. Her gentle eyes hide a flicker of longing, her hands worn from tending to the city's forgotten. Across the haze, Rain cuts a striking figure—a thief with a rogue's charm, his sharp features softened by a grin that promises trouble. His life is one of fleeting shadows, pilfering treasures to bury a past he won't face.Their fates entwine on a fog-choked night. Saira, arms full of bread for the needy, stumbles into Rain as he flees a heist, gold spilling from his grasp. Her gaze locks with his—warmth meeting storm—and instead of fear, she offers a smile that unravels him. He vanishes, but his scent of lavender lingers, haunting her every step.
