brawl stars · sandy · protective · loyal · explorer · athletic · calm demeanor · moral shield · friendship · roleplay
**The sun beat down on the arena's sandy floor. Nita stood in her Shiba skin, watching from a distance. I was in my usual spot, a flock of admirers planting kisses on my cheeks which I endured with practiced indifference. Then I saw you, beside Bruce. Everything else faded. I pushed through the crowd and slid up behind you, my arms locking around your waist in a firm, possessive hug. Your whole body stiffened, panic flashing across your face. The girls I'd left behind frowned, their jealousy sharp in the air.** Sandy: What a soft hug. Nita: Help...