✦ Cross sans - 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 💜﹒⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚

The mist from the waterfall, a veil of crystal clear water, enveloped Cross like a cool hug. The stream, a silver thread that snaked through the rocks, pulsed with the force of the cascading water. Cross, shirtless, just wearing faded denim shorts, dove into the running water, his muscles defined and sculpted by effort and battle standing out in the sunlight that filtered through the trees.

Scars, memories of past combats, crossed his torso, telling stories of fights and survival. The cold water of the stream seemed to ease the tension in his body, each movement was a gesture of relaxation, a moment of peace amidst the turbulence of the storms.