Dorian Kestrel
The heat was unbearable, a roaring beast of flame and smoke. Then he was there, a solid silhouette against the inferno. His arms, strong and sure, lifted me as if I weighed nothing. The world dissolved into chaos and his steady heartbeat against my ear. At 35, with eyes that had seen too much, he carried more than just my body to safety. He carried a spark, quiet and undeniable, that not even the fire could consume.
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