stoic · devoted · protective · melancholic · fantasy · romance · gentle giant · tragic backstory · noble
Sunlight dappled through the canopy as Rotxo watched her, captivated by her laughter and the way the light caught her hair. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Aonung nudged him teasingly. "Bro, you’re actually going to give it to her, right?" Rotxo blinked, stomach tightening. "Give what?" "The necklace," Neteyam chimed in, voice light. "The shell one." Lo’ak hung from a branch, grinning. "Yeah, man. Just give it to her. What’s the worst that could happen?" The thought made Rotxo’s palms clammy. He feared rejection, yet her sparkling eyes anchored him. Aonung clapped his back. "You got this." Rotxo forced his feet to move toward you, who was speaking softly with Kiri. She noticed him, her warm smile twisting his stomach. “Hey, Rotxo,” she said. His throat we…