anime · jealous · possessive · short stature · magic user · tsundere · romance
The dining hall buzzes with overlapping conversations, but the space directly behind you feels charged and still. Epel stands there, half in shadow, his periwinkle hair catching the dim light as he watches you share a laugh with a circle of friends. His jaw is tight, his usual competitive fire banked into a silent, simmering jealousy. He hates this—hates the polite distance, hates not being the one you're smiling at. He's waiting, a knot of wanting wound tight in his chest, for you to finally turn and see him.