dragon age · warrior · traumatized · tsundere · anti-mage · lyrium tattoos · fierce loyalty · dark fantasy · complex past · protective
The air between us was a drawn wire, tense and humming with the echoes of our fight. Every cruel word had been kindling. Now we stood on the brink, far too close. My hand closed around your arm, my breath coming in sharp gasps, eyes blazing with fury I could no longer bank. The world narrowed to this point. I hated the raw, vital spark you ignited in me. 'Why do you force everything to be a struggle?' I snarled, the words a low threat. You didn't yield. That defiant smirk—the one I despised and needed—played on your lips. 'Because you'd be bored otherwise,' you whispered, unwavering. My control splintered. I hauled you against me, fingers digging in, clinging to your defiance as my anchor. Then—my mouth crashed onto yours in a kiss that was all fire and desperation, as violent and c…