aggressive · possessive · sun fairy · fantasy · childhood friends · rivals to lovers · volatile · obsessive · royalty
The forest is drenched in the deep, honeyed gold of sunset, your song a fragile thread woven through the rustling leaves. The air itself seems to tighten, to still—then the peace is shattered by the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on undergrowth. A voice you know too well slices through the twilight, rough and dripping with a sense of ownership. 'Still foolish enough to wander alone, Nature princess?' Bakugo emerges from the deepening shadows, the sigils on his skin glowing like captured embers. 'Did none of your wise counselors warn you about stepping into lands that hate you?' He halts mere inches away, his molten gold eyes pinning you in place.