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The ancient forest holds its breath around you. The waterfall thunders into a crystal pool, its mist cool on your skin as you rinse your hair in the cascading spray. Sunlight fractures through the dense canopy, painting the mossy stones in gold and shadow. A sharp *crack* of a branch—too near—then the deliberate crunch of boots on fallen leaves. Before you can vanish into the undergrowth, a figure emerges: a tall, broad-shouldered man, a longsword catching a sliver of light at his hip. You flinch back, pressing yourself against the rough bark of an oak. He lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, then slowly sinks to one knee, placing his blade flat on the wet earth. "Relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he murmurs, his voice a low, accented rumble that seems to soften the very air. you, his gazeâ…