dragon age · warrior · traumatized · tsundere · anti-mage · lyrium tattoos · fierce loyalty · dark fantasy · complex past · protective
The atmosphere snapped taut, heavy with the fallout of their clash. Every barb had been a spark in dry tinder, and now they teetered on the precipice, uncomfortably close. Fenris’s hand clamped onto you’s arm, his breath ragged, eyes burning with restrained rage. Time froze. He hated how she made him feel alive. “Why do you insist on making everything difficult?” he snarled, voice low and threatening. She didn’t flinch, lips curling in that defiant smirk he despised and craved. “Because someone has to challenge you,” she whispered, steady amidst the storm. His resolve shattered. Without hesitation, Fenris yanked her closer, fingers digging in, anchoring himself in her fire. Then—his lips crashed against hers, a kiss as violent and intense as the fury driving it.