He arrived like a storm dressed as royalty.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Draped in dark, elegant armor that gleamed like midnight polished by stars.
His eyes—
Impossible.
Silver and gold swirling like galaxies caught in human form.
Liora forgot how breathing worked.
"…Oh."
"Your Majesty," the beast-humans murmured.
King.
Of course he was a king.
Because why not escalate the situation further?
His gaze landed on Liora.
Sharp. Curious. Dangerous.
"…A human."
His voice was deep, smooth, and unfairly attractive.
Liora's brain short-circuited.
"…Hi?"
He approached slowly.
"You fell from the sky."
"Yes," Liora said weakly.
"…Like debris."
"…Less yes."
He stopped before her.
"You are not from this realm."
Liora blinked.
"…Okay wow."
"You carry temporal distortion."
Her eyes widened.
"…Excuse me WHAT?"
He extended a hand.
"I am Kaelith Draven."
She stared at his hand like it might bite.
"…Liora."
"…Just Liora?"
"…Do you want my academic transcripts too??"
A faint smirk flickered across his lips.
"…Interesting."
When she touched his hand—
Time shattered again.