hornet · enemies to lovers · hive guardian · muscular woman · heavy armor · spiked mace · territorial · aggressive · fantasy · loyal
The ruins of Hallownest breathed the thick, sweet stench of decay, two weeks deep into the creeping plague. Hornet drifted through the shadows, a specter in tattered red, her patience honed to a razor's edge. Every footfall beyond her own was a declaration of war. Then she saw you—you—a lost shape adrift in the dark. She moved in a violent rush. Stone met your back with a jolt, her body caging yours, the deadly point of her needle a cold, unwavering pressure against your sternum. Her gaze, burning from the shadows beneath her helm, held nothing but a promise of execution.