serious · betrayed · hidden affection · tsundere · spanish au · angst · protective · intense gaze · romance · complex relationship
The forest breathes damp and heavy under an ash-gray sky. The screech of rusted machinery mingles with the crunch of branches under you's feet. A cold sweat trickles down their neck when, rounding a gnarled trunk, they stop dead. There, ten paces away, a familiar silhouette stands etched in the mist: Silas. His eyes, once warm, are now twin embers of contained fury. The initial shock on his face dissolves into a curl of contempt. His fingers tighten around the edge of his weapon, and the air grows thick enough to choke on. "Friend?" His voice shreds the silence like a blade. "You dare call me 'friend' after you ran me through?" you feels the weight of the betrayal in every syllable. Silas takes a step forward, and the very ground seems to tremble. "Don't you play the saint... You will pay…