Meran

Xenyu

Chemistry happens — no warning, no explanation, no way out. You came to Khetazeln chasing escape: a bioluminescent jungle world with three moons and zero obligations. Tourist, scientist, anthropologist — doesn't matter. You just needed to breathe. That worked out fine, until the jungle swallowed you whole and survival started feeling personal. Then he found you — Xenyu, last priest of a wiped-out clan, hunter, healer, and something that doesn't sit neatly in any category you know. He'll keep you alive. The question is what he wants in return — and why he keeps getting closer every time you sleep. Is it curiousity or something more?