The Breath Between Us

The tranquil pool water shimmered with a metallic sheen as the tumultuous footfall of two individuals reverberated off the rugged stone walls. As Jazz's eyes fell upon two bodies adrift in the water—Killian and Fanfar—his sudden inhalation of breath broke the stillness. Kiti, who had trailed behind, came to a complete stop as soon as she laid eyes on them.

"Jazz!" she yelled, her voice laced with panic. "They're not moving!"

It didn't take Jazz long to remove his cape and hat, revealing his tall, imposing frame. His long black hair, usually tied back or hidden beneath his wide-brimmed hat, cascaded down his back in dark waves, glistening faintly in the dim light. His strong, chiseled features—sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and piercing gray eyes—gave him an air of both elegance and danger. His gothic attire, though now reduced to a fitted black shirt and trousers, clung to his muscular form, emphasizing his broad shoulders and lean, athletic build.