HAZEL'S POV;
Dravon let out a slow ragged breath.
"Because the moment I first saw you, standing in that sacrificial tower, chin high, eyes blazing even though you were half frozen, I knew. Not your name. Not your story. But you. Something in me recognized something in you. I've lived too long, Hazel. I've watched everything I ever cared about turn to ash. I forgot what it felt like to want more than just the next sunrise. Then you appeared. Fierce, stubborn, impossible. And suddenly forever felt too short."
He lifted a hand, brushing trembling fingers along my cheek.
"I would forget this world," he said, his voice cracking. "I would trade every mountain, every treasure, every war, to live in a place where only you existed. Where every morning I woke to your voice and every night I fell
