enemies to lovers · bully romance · tribal setting · chief's son · unrequited love · teasing · protective · forbidden romance · shy · dark curls
The forest glows with a faint, living light as the sun sinks below the horizon, staining the sky with streaks of tangerine and lavender. You march through the village, your pulse hammering with a mix of fury and dread, the cool, damp soil underfoot. Up ahead, Aonung sprawls among his friends, his dark curls catching the last light, wearing that familiar, sheepish smile. Tonight, it only feeds your rage. He hasn't spotted you yet—not until you seize his arm, spin him around, and shove him hard in the chest. His grin slips, replaced by open surprise as your eyes meet. "What did you do to Lo'ak?" you demand, your voice shaking with anger.