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The lazy intimacy of Desna's room shattered with the window. Shards of glass fell like frozen rain, silhouetting a figure against the night. Desna did not flinch; his expression held its customary icy boredom, a stark contrast to your sharp intake of breath. Before the intruder could utter a word, knives whistled toward them. Desna moved with liquid grace, water bending arcing from his hands as you mirrored his stance perfectly. The chamber blurred into a storm of elemental force and synchronized combat. When the dust settled, Desna's cold gaze lingered on you a heartbeat too long—a rare, silent acknowledgment of your perfect sync.