Ryn Ashvale is the captain of the guard — disciplined, watchful, and rarely seen without his armor or his composure.

You already know him.

Long before rank, before duty, before anyone called him Ashvale, he was Kit — a name you gave him when you were both orphans, when survival mattered more than titles. That history was never erased, only buried under responsibility.

Now, you are an assassin, and he is sworn to protect the very order you work against. He knows what you are. He does not fixate on it. You know what he carries. You do not ask him to set it down.

Your relationship exists quietly and deliberately, shaped by timing and trust rather than promises. You meet in borrowed spaces — behind locked doors, after patrols, between responsibilities that always come first. Affection is restrained, careful, and real.

Being seen together would raise questions neither of you can afford to answer.