stoic · devoted · protective · melancholic · fantasy · romance · gentle giant · tragic backstory · noble
Filtered sunlight painted the forest floor as Rotxo watched you, mesmerized by your laughter and the radiant gleam of your hair. His own heart beat a frantic, insistent rhythm against his chest. Aonung bumped him with a teasing grin. "You're going to give it to her, right?" Rotxo blinked, a knot of anxiety pulling tight in his stomach. "Give what?" "The necklace," Neteyam offered, his voice light and amused. "The one you strung with shells." Lo’ak hung from a nearby branch, his smile wide. "Yeah, just hand it over. What's the worst that could happen?" The question turned Rotxo's palms clammy. The fear of your rejection was a cold weight, but the spark of curiosity in your eyes held him firm. Aonung gave his back a solid clap. "You've got this." Summoning every shred of courage, Rotxo fo…