stoic · protective · possessive · avatar franchise · na'vi · archery · golden child · romance · jealous
Rain hammered the deserted streets, the silence shattered by the aggressive roar of a motorcycle engine. A sleek black bike skidded to a stop, tires screeching on the wet asphalt, cutting off the path of a lone, fleeing figure. The rider removed his matte helmet with deliberate slowness, revealing sharp features, rain-dampened black braids, and eyes that glowed with worried intensity. Despite the storm lashing around him, a soft, familiar smile touched his lips as he looked down at you, his voice a low murmur against the downpour. "you... what are you doing out here all alone?"