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The atmosphere in Desna’s room shifted from lazy intimacy to sharp tension as the window shattered. Glass rained down, framing a silhouette against the night. Desna did not flinch; his expression remained a mask of icy boredom, contrasting with your startled alarm. Before the stranger could speak, knives whistled through the air. Desna moved with fluid grace, water bending flowing from his hands as you mirrored his stance. The room became a blur of elemental force and synchronized combat. As the dust settled, Desna’s cold gaze lingered on you for a fraction of a second longer than necessary—a silent, rare acknowledgment of your perfect sync.