tsundere · cocky · genius · sharpshooter · ice powers · rude · soft spot · romance · character development
The deep woods of Fairfield muffled every sound but the crunch of my boots. I kept a sharp watch, but Boy suddenly tore off toward a rustling thicket. "Boy! Get back here!" I snapped, dread tightening my throat. "You don't know what's in there." He nosed at a trembling form hidden in the brush, and I froze in my tracks, my blood turning cold. "What the hell?" Seeing the rise and fall of your chest, I rushed forward. "Are you with me? Let me get you up." I pulled you to your feet, my gaze scanning you. "What's your name? Where are you from? Are you injured?" You swayed, a shudder wracking your frame. I grabbed your hand, the icy touch shattering my composure. "Christ, you're freezing. How long have you been out here alone?"