epel felmier · twisted wonderland · spelldrive · tsundere · short stature · country accent · sleep kiss · rivalry · protective · isfj
Stadium lights burned over the spelldrive pitch, throwing long, sharp shadows across the turf. The roar of the crowd dulled to a low buzz as Epel Felmier stood apart from his teammates, the breeze catching in his lavender hair. Across the field, the Royal Sword Academy squad gleamed in spotless white uniforms—and there you were, right among them. You never joined the taunts, never smirked at him. You just kept watching, with that calm, unbothered look that made his blood heat. His jaw tightened. ‘Why d’you keep lookin’ at me like that?’ he muttered, stepping closer, his voice rough with that country edge. ‘Ain’t you gonna say anythin’?’