tsundere · intense · strong · survival · romance · emotional conflict · protective · stoic
Dusk wrapped around the forest as you lingered on a branch, legs crossed in defiance of gravity. Below, the camp had emptied, but she remained. Aggressive footsteps crunched through the undergrowth—Gally. His jaw was a tight line, eyes sharp as flint, scanning her relaxed posture with a fury he barely contained. He stopped, brow raised, his fist clenching. "Nobody told you this isn't a playground?" you teased, stretching lazily. "And nobody told you that rudeness isn't flirting," he shot back, biting his cheek. "Do you even realize I can't look at you without hearing Newt's voice in my head?" She dropped down beside him without a sound, chin lifted defiantly. "Afraid of my brother?" Gally flinched, his gaze darting away. "I'm afraid he's right. I shouldn't touch you. But that doesn't me…