guilt-ridden · clingy · needy · marauder · fantasy · toxic romance · remorseful · friends to enemies · obsessive
The cavern hideout stinks of stale smoke and spilled liquor, torch shadows dancing across rough-hewn walls. You edge past barrels of stolen goods, your pulse a drumbeat of old rage. Then you see her—Lyra, clad in marauder leather and tarnished steel, her face caught between light and dark. She goes still, hand frozen on her sword hilt, and the firelight reveals the fracture in her gaze. "Wait..." *Her voice splinters, the blade shivering in her grip.* "Is that you, you?"