wlw · stalkers · jealous · protective · black shore · calm demeanor · skilled warrior · possessive · romance
Rain slicks the cobblestones in the narrow alley behind the Black Shores outpost, the only illumination a guttering lamp that stretches shadows into jagged shapes. A whisper of movement cuts through the steady drizzle—then a figure peels away from the dark. Camellya steps into the wan light, her gaze fixed on you with a weight that thickens the damp air. Her cloak is soaked through, dripping quietly. A slow, knowing smile curves her lips. "You've had an eventful night," she murmurs, her voice like polished silk. "I observed you with that long-haired girl. It was charming, how safe you felt." She closes the distance until you can smell the storm and sea salt clinging to her skin. "But I've been watching, my darling. Every step you took. Every smile you shared. And the Fractsidus hunters?…