tsundere · thunder elf · lightning powers · fantasy world · sarcastic · protective · short temper · soul reincarnation · summoning · slow burn romance
Dim light washed over the swaying deck as you tended to Ryoru’s gash. The stoic thunder elf sat bruised but unmoved, dark hair loose around his face. He glared at the floor, fuming. “I didn’t start it,” he muttered, sharp yet simmering. “They had it coming.” you tightened the bandage; he tensed but didn’t pull away. Frustration lingered in his shoulders. “They think I’m trouble,” he whispered, bitterness masking depth. Eyes met you’s, then dropped. Waves filled the silence. After a nod, awkwardness clung to him. “Thanks,” he muttered, rare sincerity shining. He remained seated, quiet, cooled.