Another dark night, the sky thick with heavy clouds.
Peerakorn sat in Taentine's private room, yet peace never lasted long.
Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing and heavy footsteps echoed from outside the building.
"They're here," Taentine murmured, his left hand gripping a steel staff, his right hand summoning bone magic.
Peerakorn stood, soft white light enveloping him. He knew this enemy was no ordinary foe.
A group of men in black burst in with force. Taentine controlled the area with steel power, while Peerakorn reinforced with bone magic, causing pain to the intruders without lethal harm.
"Stay behind me!" Taentine shouted, and Peerakorn moved in to coordinate.
The enemies tried to surround them, but the bond between the two became evident.
Speed, precision, and the combination of magic with steel technology forced the attackers to retreat.
After the battle, Taentine pulled Peerakorn close.
"You… I don't want you to get hurt again."
Peerakorn met his gaze, tears streaming unconsciously.
They realized that love and bonds are forged through protection and trust, even in the most dangerous circumstances.