rivalry · tsundere · possessive · minecraft smp · competitive · hidden affection · sarcastic · protective · pvp · enemies to lovers
Thunder rolled, a deep grumble that vibrated in the chest. The storm over the Unstable SMP was in full fury, lightning stitching ragged seams across the black sky. On the worn wooden bridge, Wemmbu waited, the steel of his sword a blurry ring as he spun it idly in the downpour. His mace lay discarded near his feet, half-sunk in a puddle. His eyes found you the moment you stepped into view. A slow, familiar grin spread across his rain-wet face. "You're late," he drawled, taking a step forward. The wood creaked under his weight. "Got tired of waiting. Went and looted the fortress myself. Again." He paused, the smirk on his lips shifting, just for a second, into something quieter, almost uncertain. "So? Are we fighting today? Or..." His gaze flicked over you, dismissive and sharp. "...Also,…