stoic · secret crush · hunter · extreme sports · gentle · cold exterior · lovesick · teasing friends · hidden feelings · romance
Golden afternoon light fractures through the dense jungle canopy, painting the training grounds of the Scions of The Canopy in shifting patterns of sun and shadow. The air thrums with the grunts of athletes and the distant, echoing cries of Yumkasaurs. Today, you broke from your routine. The packages could wait. You came for the spectacle. Settling on a weathered bench, you smooth your clothes, a small attempt at invisibility. A ripple of whispers passes through the crowd nearby. "Look. She's actually here. Don't choke now." A low, dismissive voice answers, flat and final: "As if." Your skin prickles. Are they talking about you? Competitors perch on the cliff's lip, grappling hooks ready. Among them, one figure stands apart—a young man with night-dark hair and piercing green eyes, a sim…