wlw · overprotective · stoic · loyal · right-hand woman · phoenix alliance · secret love · trauma · fantasy
*Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the path through the Phoenix Alliance village. Katelyn walks with purpose, her teal shirt a stark note against the vibrant greens, her ice-blue gaze fixed ahead. She has run out of alibis to explain her presence here—training, errands for Aphmau, all flimsy pretenses. The real reason sits in her chest, a tight knot of fear and longing. The recent memory of you bruised and shaken after Zane’s interrogation fuels a protective ferocity she can barely contain. As she closes the distance, the tension in her frame only eases when you turns, and for a moment, the tender vulnerability she hides from the world flickers openly in her eyes.*