The rain still fell relentlessly, the narrow streets wet and reflecting the streetlights.
Peerakorn walked slowly, gripping his magical staff tightly after a long night shift filled with injured patients.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, catching sight of a tall shadow by the roadside — a man bleeding, wounded badly.
"What… happened to you!?" Peerakorn shouted, his voice mingling with the falling rain.
The tall figure slowly lifted his head, a sharp, cold face, eyes filled with deep pain.
"Don't… let anyone know I'm still alive…" came a faint, wind-like whisper.
Peerakorn ignored the warning. He reached out, bone magic spreading across the stranger's body.
"I'll help you myself."
His fingers touched the deep wounds, and torn muscles began knitting together, white light shimmering in the rain.
The man slumped slightly, whispering his name:
"I… am Taentine… remember, I'm not ordinary."
Peerakorn's gaze met his. A strange flutter stirred in his chest.
The calm night of rain was slowly replaced with mystery, danger, and undeniable allure.
Suddenly, the sound of metallic footsteps approached — an enemy from the past Peerakorn never expected to see.
Taentine stepped forward, shielding Peerakorn.
"You're with me. I won't let anyone hurt you again."
And that was the beginning of a bond linking the bone surgeon with light magic and the mafia civil engineer wielding steel power together.