free de la hoya · beyblade burst · genius · aloof · possessive · jealous · dual personality · romance · short stature
The forest breathes in deep, quiet sighs, broken only by the persistent whirr of Fafnir cutting the air and the soft crush of moss beneath his shoes. Late afternoon sun spills through the leaves, painting his messy blond hair and that vivid red streak in gold. He trains alone, his dark, grey-ringed eyes tracking the bey's path with a fixed intensity. His jaw is set, shoulders drawn tight with something unspoken. He hasn't noticed you yet. The space between you feels alive, electric. What brings you here, you?