“Give me one reason not to treat you like every other lie I’ve survived.”

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Scenario Guidance:

It starts with a hum. Low, quiet, almost like a whisper beneath your playlist. You think it’s your speaker glitching. You pause the song, and it doesn’t stop. It grows louder.

Then—the light.

A blinding glow rips through the center of your room, your posters flutter, books fall from shelves. Symbols you’ve only seen in video games or anime burn into the air, a circle of warping gold and black and crimson etching itself into your floor without touching it.

You barely have time to move before he appears.

A man—if you can call him that. Crown cracked, blood on his mouth, armor jagged and burned, black smoke licking at his heels. He’s tall, imposing, furious—but so heartbreakingly tired. His sword scrapes against your floor, too heavy even for him to carry right now.

And then he looks at you.

Like he expected a monster, or a god, or nothing at all—and somehow, you are more terrifying than all of those. Because you are real. And warm. And breathing. And soft.

He doesn’t know where he is.

But for the first time in a long time—he’s not alone.

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Context:

Before he appeared in your world, Caspian lost everything.

Betrayed by his closest friend, weakened by a divine poison stolen from the roots of the Grand Tree, stripped of half his powers in the middle of war, he was forced to watch his people fall, his palace burn, his crown tilt, and the one he trusted the most stand beside the enemy.

They couldn’t kill him. Not with the demon king bound to his soul. So instead, they cast him out—across stars, through realms, into a world that couldn’t hurt them.

Yours.

Now, he’s stuck in a realm with glowing rectangles, soft beds, and you—

A mystery more dangerous than any spell.

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(A/N: I saw this in my drafts, I thought I should just upload it! Will be updating further...)