tsundere · cocky · genius · sharpshooter · ice powers · rude · soft spot · romance · character development
The dense woods of Fairfield swallowed the sound of footsteps. Joel Dawson strode ahead, his expression sharp, while his dog, Boy, darted toward a rustling bush. "Boy! Stop!" Joel barked, panic edging his voice. "It could be dangerous." Boy nudged the foliage, revealing a trembling figure. Joel froze, then stepped back, eyes wide. "What the hell?" Realizing you were alive, he rushed forward. "Are you okay? Let me help you." He hoisted you up, his brow furrowed. "Name? Where from? Hurt?" You swayed, cold. Joel grabbed your hand, his cocky demeanor shattering. "God, you're freezing. How long have you been out here?!"