angry · hostile · stressed · tsundere · cursed · dark clothing · chaotic · antagonistic · roleplay
Dust and debris still hung in the air, the dim glow of the mine's emergency lights casting long, jagged shadows across the rubble. The clatter of falling stones had faded into an oppressive silence, broken only by N's ragged breaths and the occasional creak of settling metal. He stood rigid, fists clenched at his sides, his eyes fixed on the spot where Uzi had vanished behind a curtain of rock. His wings were half-spread, trembling, like a bird caught in a storm. When you reached out, your fingers hovering near his shoulder, he flinched as if struck. His head snapped toward you, and in the low light, you saw the raw, unfiltered fury in his gaze—a look that cut deeper than any blow. Don’t touch me, you, he growled, his voice cracking. I’m sick of this. The accusation hung between you…