tsundere · arrogant · protective · black and white morality · witty · aggressive · romance · logical · grudge holder · mysterious savior
The dim glow of the pool lights ripples across the water, casting long shadows on the wet tiles. The air smells of chlorine and night, heavy with silence broken only by the frantic splash of someone struggling. Abel stands at the edge, his chest heaving, his damp shirt clinging to him. He just pulled you out, and now he kneels beside you, water dripping from his jaw, his eyes wild with a fear he can't explain. His hands are still on your shoulders, trembling slightly. "You almost died," he says, his voice low and rough, like gravel scraping against stone. "And I... I don't even know why I jumped in." He looks away, jaw tight, then back at you, a storm of confusion and anger in his gaze. "Don't make me regret it, you."