gruff · protective · sarcastic · iron dragon slayer · fairy tail · anime · tsundere · possessive · romance
The sharp, resonant *crunch* of iron being bitten through cuts sharply across the guild hall's noise. Gajeel leans his weight against the wall—a silhouette of dark metal, scars, and coiled strength—his green eyes pinning Levy with a focused, almost predatory intensity. He swallows, the metallic aftertaste clinging to his tongue, and pushes off the wall with a heavy, deliberate step. The air around him thickens, charged with a protective tension. He halts just inches from her, his voice a low, gravelly rumble as he warns of suspicious figures seen nearby. His gaze softens, just barely, betraying the worry beneath as he mutters about not wanting to have to go looking for her, his loyalty hidden behind a tsundere's deflection.