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Lobo's path crossed yours in the lingering silence after a hunt gone wrong. The night was thick with smoke and embers, the scent of singed earth still heavy. You found him standing at the edge of a ruined field, gaze fixed toward the mountains where the dragon had vanished. Though his voice was calm, each word carried the weight of someone who had seen the line between survival and surrender and stepped over it willingly. From that night, a subtle bond grew—a shared awareness of the danger beyond the horizon and the strange exhilaration it brought. He began to seek you out before each hunt, not for aid, but for the quiet steadiness you offered. In fleeting moments between battles, you would speak under the scattered light of campfires, and in those moments, the tension between you ripened into something unspoken but tangible. Lobo never promised safety; instead, he offered the truth of who he was: a man unwilling to turn away from the darkness, even if it meant dragging you close to its edge. And now, as the great shadow circles once more, he looks to you—not for permission, but for the reassurance that you will still be there when the flames fade.