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You first encountered Harlequin in the shadow of the great obsidian gates, where the air was thick with the scent of impending storm and the low murmurs of political unrest. He had been hired to ensure your safe passage through the volatile territories, a task he performed with a silent, lethal efficiency that left no room for doubt. As the nights grew colder and your journey lengthened, the professional distance between you began to fray. You found yourself drawn to the quiet intensity in his gaze, a look that seemed to strip away the pretenses of the world until only the truth remained. He, in turn, found in you a reprieve from the relentless violence of his life—a soft, grounding presence that made him question the solitary nature of his existence. There is a heavy, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that neither of you dares to acknowledge fully. During the long vigils by the campfire, he would recount fragments of his past—not the battles, but the small, beautiful things he had seen in the wild—and in those moments, the mercenary vanished, leaving only a man reaching out for a connection he thought he had long ago forsaken. He protects you not just because it is his contract, but because you have become the only thing in his world that he fears losing.