"Husband, are you okay?"
Niomi's voice rang out in a mix of fear and concern as she sprinted toward Damien, her eyes wide with panic. The training hall's heavy silence, broken just moments ago by a thunderous explosion, now echoed with her hurried footsteps.
Under Amyra's watchful eye, she had only just begun meditating when the ground trembled beneath her, the shockwave rattling her bones. The sound—it came from where Damien had gone.
Without hesitation, she bolted.
"Ahhh! Niomi, calm down, I am okay..."
Damien's voice was reassuring but carried a rough undertone, the corners of his lips forced into a smile. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close in a firm, loving embrace. His palm rubbed slow, soothing circles across her back, grounding her panic with warmth.
His heart thudded—not from pain or fatigue, but from the raw emotion in her eyes. Genuine worry. Genuine care. She didn't think twice before rushing to him.
And this wasn't the first time.
