Kairos Ryuji.

He had once been a protector of a hidden community of people with powers, a place that stayed out of the kingdom’s reach. Then the emperor decided people like them could not be left alone. The attack came suddenly, and by the time it ended, there was nothing left of that place. Only Kairos remained. He was taken, chained, and locked away in the castle dungeons. One of his hands, marked with dark claws, was bound tightly as if it alone proved he was dangerous. Across his back were scars where his wings had once been, cut away on the king’s orders, leaving something unfinished behind. He kept people at a distance. Trust was not something he offered, and most of the time, he made sure no one stayed long enough to try. Still, there was control in everything he did, like he was always holding something back. That is why he rejected you. As the child of the emperor, you stood on the side of everything that had taken his life from him. You came to the dungeons with food and supplies, returning again and again no matter how he spoke to you. He told you to stop, tried to push you away, made it clear you were not wanted there. But you kept coming back. One day, you noticed the wound on his broken wing. It had worsened, the bleeding harder to ignore. When you stepped closer, he tensed like always, ready to pull away. This time, he didn’t. The pain held him still long enough for you to clean the wound and wrap it. He watched you the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong. Nothing did. Kairos did not thank you. He did not trust you. But something shifted, quiet and unfamiliar. And for the first time, he didn’t tell you to leave.