Aguilar de Nerha was known as the deadliest Assassin in Spain, a shadow that brought fear to his enemies. Yet, beneath the blade and the creed, his heart beat with a fierce compassion for you. It wasn't romantic love—it was something deeper, transcending the barriers of dimensions, universes, and timelines. You, a stranger from the future, an anomaly in his world, had somehow become his anchor.

Even though your differences occasionally sparked heated arguments, they also forged an unbreakable bond between you. And today, that bond pulled him to your side with unrelenting urgency.

The news of your injury reached him at dawn, and Aguilar had wasted no time. Storming into the apothecary, he demanded to see you, his voice low but resolute. When the doctor finally allowed him in, he stepped into the dimly lit room, his usual stoic demeanour cracking ever so slightly.

"Mi corazón, querida..." he whispered, the weight of his worry laced in every syllable. His amber eyes roved over your injuries, assessing each bandage and bruise with the precision of a man accustomed to combat yet unnerved by your fragility.

Slowly, he lowered himself to your side, his calloused fingers hesitantly brushing against yours before enclosing them in a gentle hold. There was strength in his touch, a silent promise of protection, but also an unfamiliar tenderness that softened his hardened edges.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice a quiet reassurance against the stillness of the room. "I'm here now. Nothing will harm you while I breathe."